Hey! Look who updated again. I'm shocked too. But I want to get this done and if that means smaller chapters to push forward then...yep.
Chapter 44: 86ed
Sweat glistened on Kagome's forehead as she stared down intensely at the sauce she was currently mixing in a pot. Steam blew up into her face from the high temperature as she picked up the metal pot and whisked the ingredients together off the gas stove before returning it again and lowering the heat. Her bangs were pushed up into her hat to avoid hanging in her face. She could feel the tingle in her cheeks from the heat of the stove and the exertion of movement she had been running around with since early that morning. Her hands held steady as she tried to fold the newly invented sauce slowly into itself to mix the flavors of the soy, Japanese plum, and ginger root. A mix that she had inspirationally conjured the night before last. A smirk ghosted her lips as she dipped another spoon into the mixture to taste it before removing it from the fire to thicken.
The sound of people rushing and the arms of the clock ticking away echoed in her ears loudly in her mind. Bankoutsu could be heard chopping veal with the precision of a surgeon. The sultry flavors of veal, beef, and duck floated about the kitchen with the spices and rubs that the butcher was known for producing. A ghost of a smile marked his thin lips as his concentration steadied on the meat in front of him. His eyes would occasionally flit to the very opposite side of the large kitchen to see Esmerelda working with Sango and the twins to mix their patisserie passions with her chocolatier pursuits. Sango could be heard on the other side of the space rolling bread with the strength of several professional weight champions as she dictated to the twins the desserts to send out. Shippo was working fast and exceptionally attentive to detail to searing meats and sautéing vegetables. So good he had become that Kagome trusted him enough to put him on the fire for one of the most important nights of the year. The call of a very dashing Myoga waltzing into the room with a request on his lips could be vaguely heard throughout all the commotion. He took extra pride to moisture and shine his bald head that morning for the big day.
"Oysters are 86ed!" Yelled Miroku as he moved to her side to add another pot to the stove and turned on the gas to high heat.
A series of yes chef and curses flew from several men and women that rushed around in a series of orchestrated chaos. Kagome took the sauce off the stove and exclaimed with ferocity. "What!"
Miroku brushed by her to get to work on another recent invention of Kagome's that he was told merely a few hours ago. "Yeah, well we did have enough but guests are really asking for the tosazu oysters. They are a bigger hit than we anticipated. Sesshomaru's menu has increased the requests of the seafood dishes we serve. And that's just the oysters!" He said as he poured white wine into the saucepan watching it hiss angrily at him. "Who knew working together would have us almost empty before ten. The public is literally eating us out of house and home." He said with a big smile on his lips as he moved his limbs with ease.
Kagome smiled softly to herself at this wondering with abated breath how the great demon prince was fairing on his side of the river. From the tidbits she was able to gather, the flow from his place to hers was an act of brilliance and gossip. The tabloids ate it up along with the food critics that couldn't wait to see and experience the collaborative efforts of two of the most world-renowned chefs that were once thought to be enemies. The front was exceptionally loud, and the gardens echoed well into the kitchen with the excitement and joy of their guests. Many had never eaten at her place before, having never been able to reserve a table. Who knew that one day without the need for a reservation would cause so much desire? She bit her lip feeling the need to text him or call him or…something to just see how he was doing and what he was thinking as he helped make this year's Restaurant Week one for the books.
Kagome nodded and went over to the serving station with her potted sauce. Seeing the freshly plated dish before her eyes, she carefully grabbed a clean spoon and began to swirl the dark sauce around the succulent plated duck beautifully wrapped in beautiful bright yellow squash ringlets, a bed of wild rice, and herbs for garnish. She took her napkin out of her worn apron and gently wiped the plate sides of any access drippings before doing a final speculation. Another plate sat beside it as well demanding the same attention to detail that she gave the last. With approval she leaned up and pulled a ticket to slide it to the punch pin. Her voice rang to notify her servers of the available dish. Immediately, one of her servers came in and took the two dishes and made their way hastily out of the kitchen.
Kagome stood back and looked around at her staff watching them hard at work bust their asses to give everything to this place that she created with just a few dollars to her name and a need to ground her family in something stable. She moved around her staff, helping them, and giving them direction when some of the menu items had to change due to the short running of ingredients which was not a bad thing at all. They had triple the amounts of guests they normally served and so far, dishes were coming back from the guests with clean plates, forks, and knives. Her decision to collaborate and have a dessert menu as their special treat was just the edge they needed to wow their guests. Regardless of whatever review or rating she they got tonight, she would gladly stand proud before anyone and say that they did their best and they served a delectable experience.
Myoga rushed in with a look upon his face as if the Queen of England asked for killer whale on the menu. "A request for the chef who made the sous vide filet mignon."
At his request, the kitchen came to a slow move with everyone turning to see what Myoga was going on about. His confused face looked about for the culprit before landing on Kagome. Kagome's face pinched in confusion. She came around the counter and wiped her hands on her apron. "Who's asking?"
"Lady Kagome…" He bowed shortly before restating the facts. "Chef Ducasse is at table three, requesting the chef that made the pomegranate bearnaise sauce on the sous vide filet mignon."
Immediately, all eyes went to Shippo who stood still and began to blanch in the face. "I-I made the dish…and the sauce."
"Well, what did the bastard want?" Bankoutsu asked completely stopping his movements as he stepped forward in a defensive stance.
Myoga shook his head. "That's the thing…he just asked to speak to the chef that made the dish and the sauce." His round ancient eyes flickered to Shippo's watching the young tall lanky fox kit swallow thickly.
"They can talk to me-" Kagome made to move to past Myoga before Shippo's voice spoke out.
"No. I made the dish. I invented that sauce. I'll go." He spoke up, moving towards the door while taking off his apron. People moved out of his way so that he could come by. Miroku patted him on the back reassuringly as he made his way by. Sango picked up her rolling pin and tapped the palm of her hand with it. "If he gives you trouble, we'll come out there and beat the shit out of him." She threatened across the kitchen just as Bankoutsu placed his sharp knife in the wooden chopping block.
Shippo moved by Kagome. She released a deep sigh as her hand came to grip Shippo's comfortingly as he passed. He squeezed her hand back before moving through the doors and out into the front of the house along with Myoga. Their aura's spoke of heavy anxiety as the door swung closed behind them. Her heart drummed fast in her chest having experienced the brutal and sometimes publicly demeaning a critic can be. She didn't have anyone standing up for her back when she was freshly new to the game. Having disliked the shame and the public humiliation, she made a point to protect her staff from it but have them learn instead. But Shippo was like almost a younger brother or adoptive son to her. It just bothered her deeply to see him walk out there, to be offered to the wolves. "I'm going out there!" She moved again to take off her apron until a strong hand on her shoulder stopped her.
She looked up to see Miroku shake his head. "He is trying to find his way. You need to let him make mistakes and learn. Now, he's got to go through his own right of passage."
Kagome glared at him with narrow defiant eyes before closing them to release a puff of air. She wiped her sweaty forehead with the back of her hand and paced to the ticket area, seemingly ignoring her friend's little speech. Miroku was right despite her heart demanding she go out there and stand with him. She looked at the pots Shippo was watching before her other staff moved to take over his duties. Her mind went to the sauce he made that he begged her to try. It was damn good in her opinion especially given his education. The boy was a self-taught genius but sending him to school gave him the discipline and refinery he needed to execute his craft. Miroku gave her a quick hug and moved on. "He's going to be fine. We raised him well." He jokingly said as if drying a tear from his eyes.
"Piss off, Miorku!" Kagome laughed before sucking in a breath of fresh yet heated air. She stood up straight and looked at the clock noticing that they had about an hour left before the time was called and knives went down. She glanced worryingly at the door before her focus went back on running her kitchen. Her requests rang loudly out, and people began to move with renewed vigor. Prayers went up to their young kit who was still in the front with the critics. There was new energy pumped into the creation of dishes as everyone moved to make sure everything was beyond perfect. The heat turned up and more food went out the door. Kagome tried to focus on the task before her of tasting a glazed grape compute meant to go on a sampler of braised pork sizzling in its own juices when the tall red headed fox came in.
Everyone stood still again and watched him slowly take his place back at the stove. Shippo met no ones gaze as he folded back into his space before he was summoned. He went to the wash bin and scrubbed up first before going back to the stove and working on his assigned station. Kagome made to reach out but slowly took her hand back understanding if something did happen, this wasn't the time or the place to confront him. Work needed to be done and also there was the kits' pride to consider. Miroku sighed heavily and called out orders to get everyone moving again as Kagome took her spot back at the wait station to carefully inspect the meals and add or take away from a few dishes.
Bankoutsu shook his head and stabbed his knife back into the cutting board and moved a few beef pieces to the side that he had been carefully slicing through. He watched Shippo and grimaced feeling as if something happened to the little brother of the kitchen. His eyes flickered up to Esmerelda who nodded her head and mouthed something in French to him he couldn't quite catch but understood as she gestured to the kit with her chin. Her green eyes urging him to see to his friend. Bankoutsu shared a glance with his love before he decided to ask the question burning everyone's mind. "Well? Who do we have to fuck up?"
"Bank…" Kagome addressed as once again everyone stopped wanting to hear what was said and if so the consequences.
"He's not a kit anymore! Let him breathe." Miroku spoke up as he moved about hastily to get more ingredients. His bangs having fully stuck to his forehead from the heat were pushed up to be secured in his hat as he stood at Shippo's side to help the young demon finish his tasks.
Shippo stilled an turned the stove down to a low. The fire of the gas shrunk as everyone watched his back waiting for him to say something. A sigh left his lips before he turned around with a look of contempt. He brushed his hands on his apron and turned his head to Kagome who shared a look of ferocity and concern. A mother's burning expression at hearing of her child being attacked painted her face. Or a sister looking for a solid shoe to hit someone. Even Sango came around rolling the cuffs of her jacket higher up to her shoulders looking about ready to strong arm someone.
"Well?" The Botan asked as both twins came forward towards the kit. "What did they say?" Momiji followed up.
"Well…about that glaze I made…" Shippo dragged as he bit his lip. He turned around suddenly and their was a big grin on his face. "The guy loved it! He wants to do a write-up with me." A playful grin played upon his lips and a fang peaked out. Everyone suddenly applauded. Kagome released a breath she had not known she was holding. Her hands came up slowly as she clapped for the once small kit now adult youkai. His risk taking and education was paying off. His initiative was earning him some well-deserved notoriety not just in her kitchen but outside of it as well. The men all came and clapped him hard on the back and made their playful jabs with a few women punching his arm in good fortune. The twins and others came to give him a hug and double kisses on his cheek before quickly rushing over to their stations.
Kagome slowly came over and she too gave him a congratulatory hug and supportive squeeze on his shoulder. "I'm so proud of you." She murmured in his ears, watching her once young protégé grow pink in the cheeks and duck his head politely while turning his attention back to the stove. Kagome was very supportive of all their endeavors but something about having showed that her investment and tutelage did not go to waste, made his heart soar.
"Lady Kagome!" Myoga addressed again as he waltzed into the kitchen with a flourish. "The media is requesting a word!" He announced excitedly after placing his tray down to the side, waiting for another round of pickups.
Said woman looked at the demon and nodded her head. She titled her head up and pushed her shoulders back as she made her way out the doors with Myoga on her heels. She walked out into the room and a sea of applause rang out and a few whistles followed. Her eyes flitted from guests that she knew very well in the culinary scene and patrons that were dedicated to her service. She bowed her head politely to the guests as she made her way to the side doors where people were crowding the outside patio. Fairy lights were strung up, lighting the area in a twilight glow. Loud laughter, conversation, and jazz music was played in the garden as everyone who could fit indulged in her kitchen's cooking. Looking up ahead, she saw a few reporters and writers standing and making notes. She made her way forward with Myoga when the reporters took sight of her approach. Immediately, they began throwing their questions about her.
"Chef Higurashi! Critique Alain Passard has released a statement saying that your collaboration with the eldest Tashio is culinary genius! How did this come about? Was it because of the review he gave tarnishing your restaurant earlier?"
Kagome smiled and looked about their faces already having in mind what she would say to them before exiting. She did linger on the street a little bit hoping that Sesshomaru would hear her words but she knew he was as busy as she was to be flocking down her way. Clearing her throat, she started. "Well, Mr. Tashio and myself both strive for excellence and if one wants to get better than I think it's important to listen and grow from it or stand beside the work that you do and push onward, progressively. Tashio and myself chose to do that tonight with the complimentary menu we chose together to highlight each other's interpretation of the same ingredients. I'm glad that my peers take delight in the work that we do and that is high praise that we both accept." She finished as she nodded and smiled. Her beat a little loudly in her ears as she looked to answer one more before deciding to go back to the safety of her kitchen.
"Is this the sign of something new, like a new restaurant or a new menu that you're exploring? Maybe a dessert bar?" One lady asked as the others stared up at her with recorders. A few flashes of lights from photographers sprang about catching her with her best stoic expression that she could muster.
"Thank you for that. And the dessert menu tonight comes from the gracious hands of my other partners, Sango's Kuwashima's Patisserie and Esmerelda Guybertaut from Chocolat Desires both helped in creating a starter and dessert menu that beat anything I could have ever imagined. This has been a team effort and I'm grateful to have so many people that can interpret and produce dreams and make them real. Now rather or not I open a dessert menu or another place…well tonight's a start." She nodded and smiled seeing a tiny new seed of thought blooming as she said those words. Depending on the success and the follow-up with her staff, that maybe something worth exploring. Kagome's eyes danced as she pointed to another stranger to answer one more. Her mood swelling with her imagination and the moon above.
"Yes! Chef Higurashi, is it true that you and Mr. Tashio are dating? So recently after his breakup with Kaguya Utomi? Is that how your-"
Kagome turned around at that. His words falling on deaf ears and the turn of her back. She kept her face proudly neutral as the reporters behind her began shouting to get her attention with some chastising the reporter for ruining their joint moment. Kagome's cheeks grew hot and her fists bundled up at her sides. "The nerve…" She muttered underneath her breath. Her mind went reeling at his question. She hadn't checked the tabloids but could they really have dragged her into the madness? Was she being watched that hard due to her association with the Tashio family? And what about Sesshomaru? How was he fairing in all of this?
Kagome bit her lip as she made her way back inside and quickly to the kitchen. The need to talk to Sesshomaru and kiss her pup bloomed in her chest suddenly. She needed the night to end so she could finally talk to Sesshomaru without anything else in the way. They just had to get through the most important night of the culinary year for her and then she could move on. The reviews would come rolling in with reviews either questioning or endorsing her Michelin stars, but it would mean nothing. She worked hard for what she creates, and it was brilliant to suggest opening her restaurant to the public without reservation for the one night only.
She walked quickly into her kitchen and immediately took over. She shouted out orders and tested everything before it went out onto the floor. Her apron was colorful with its paintings of different ingredients that stained the once white cloth. Main dishes and tastings were carried out with the aromas of savory meats and reimagined usage of French and Japanese vegetables. Basic ingredients from Sesshomaru's menu was deconstructed or flipped to create something new or borderline reckless. Plates sizzled and steamed as they went out in the hands of her waiters along with fresh breads and drinks that could be heard flowing like the river. The last hour approached and soon only dessert flowed from the kitchen with everyone helping Sango, Esmerelda and the twins finish up the night. Everyone continued to bust their asses when the minute countdown began. The staff slowly began to turn down the burners and wipe down the counters. They all watched the secondhand countdown to twelve as they counted aloud.
"10….9….8….7…." Glasses were brought out and everything was turned off. Shippo popped the first bottle and shouts of excitement were heard. The bubbles poured graciously and overflowed some flutes. The twins hugged each other tightly and the staff all began gathering closer. Miroku managed to move closer to Sango and offer her a flute filled with celebratory champagne which she accepted warily with a blush staining her cheeks at his heated gaze.
"6…5…4…" Bankoustu pulled Esmerelda to his side and held her dearly as she fed him remaining chocolate from her finger. Her laughter echoed as she sucked it off and he began laying kisses along her neck. The waiting staff came into the back then having heard the loud customary shout of the end nearing.
"3…2…1…" Loud cheers and the clanking of glasses rang about as everyone cheered and toasted to the end of restaurant week. They had made it and did their very best. Everyone was happy and hugging each other as they drank and celebrated. The guests in the main room had left and the doors were shut leaving the staff to rejoice in a job well done. Everyone toasted and cleaned up as the sang and ate the leftovers. Tradition held that they had dinner together and opened one of the best bottles they had as they ate, cleaned, and held fellowship after the hell of a week they had in trying new things and making their mark again on the world.
Soon, everyone started getting serious with the cleanup, wanting to celebrate at the bar or go about their evening as they saw fit. A loud slap echoed in response to Miroku's millionth attempt at groping something that didn't belong to him that so happen to be fixed to Sango's body. Kagome went around giving her praises to the team trying not to show the tears swelling up at the corners of her eyes at seeing Shippo move towards the freezer. She saw him bow his head and hold the fur his late father gave to him upon his death. In the other hand, held tightly was the cross of his faith as he prayed and cried in private. Tonight, will be turning point for his career and she couldn't be any prouder of him.
Kagome ran to her phone and called the Tashio's knowing that the girl was awake playing with her Grand Papa. She was already on the precipice of an emotional riot before but seeing Rin roll around playfully on the floor in her orange doggy pajamas with the elder Tashio just about unleashed water works. Rin, feeling her adopted mom's emotions and seeing her on the phone, immediately began yipping and talking rapidly. Both the elder and the pup told her how proud they were of her. Kagome knew that Rin didn't fully understand what was happening but just hearing the genuine happiness for Kagome made it worthwhile. She checked her phone later to find that Sesshomaru had called and like a teenager she called back excitedly barely holding it together. A promise was made to see him later on before she hung up and held her phone to her chest.
"You can go Kags. I got it from here." Miroku spoke as he wiped his hand in a damp rag as he waved goodbye to the Shippo who was being dragged outside by his girlfriend Shiori. She peppered his faces with kisses as he laughed and held their take home dinners in his hand. Her words of praise left little to the imagination of what they were doing later on that night.
"You sure?" She asked with a furrowed brow.
Miroku tilted his head about to respond when Sango came out yelling about the dish washer needing to be fixed. Kagome looked at him then as she put two and two together. She smiled mischievously and shook her head. "Fine…but you better not dirty up my kitchen Miroku!" She threatened having an idea of what Miroku was cooking up that evening.
Looking abashedly, he backup with the best innocent gaze he could muster. "Now, I'm just doing my duty as a sous chef and giving you time to bang-"
Kagome put her hand over his lips at that and muffled his words as best as she could. "Fine! Fine!" She responded as he sighed. "Just stop talking!"
She slowly removed her hand and walked over to Sango who looked at her with pride. The two hugged each other for a while sharing a moment of deep gratitude and affection. "I couldn't have done this without you." Kagome muttered as Sango rubbed her back.
Sango's brown eyes stretched wide and she pulled her in tighter before releasing her. "Well…of course not! That's why I'm here. Only the best for you." She said as she nudged Kagome playfully on the chin with a mock punch.
Her phone buzzed again and she looked to see a text from Sesshomaru. Kagome smiled then and looked at the two with a smile. She moved to hug Miroku who bent down and hugged her back. Their hug lingered a bit longer before the pulled away without words. Kagome's heart felt so full as she looked about her now empty kitchen with hope and accomplishment. She swallowed the lump growing in her throat and then moved backwards to leave. "Alright. I better go." She muttered with a wave of her hand as she all but ran towards the back.
"Well…where is she going?" Sango asked having never seen the young woman act so…giddy and carefree. "Maybe she drank too much? Should we call her a cab?" She asked, looking to Miroku with concern as she placed her hands on her hips.
Miroku said nothing but turned his head and listened to the office door close loudly and the back-door slam shut with the lock echoing behind the young woman. With the sound resonating down the hall, he turned to the woman who was finishing wiping down the prep table. Smirking, he grabbed their two empty glasses and filled them up with the remaining bottle of wine. He carefully placed the two glasses down before walking towards the young woman. He stood carefully behind her and pressed along her back gently with his arms coming to cradle around her form.
Sango stilled, feeling the taller man encase her as she began wiping futility. The champagne from earlier roamed her veins and left a buzzed feeling inside. The warmth she felt from the bubbly and the sensation of having the man that she had come to desire left her feeling lightheaded. Her heartrate picked up as the scent of herbs, meats, an earthy cologne, and hard work surrounded her. She pushed her hips back into his pelvis that pressed back. A slow knowing smile etched itself onto her lips. She turned her head to look over her shoulder at him. Their eyes connected with desire and warmth in them. An electricity filled the room as they waited for the other to move. Slowly, both of their heads moved towards each other until they connected.
Their lips and a burst of burning passion erupted between them. Their lips savored each other's once before moving again to taste. The pretense was gone as they indulged in the kiss that they wanted to share from the moment their hands dropped their utensils. A satisfied grunt escaped Miroku as he pressed into the woman beneath him. Her body twisted around in his hold to grasp the back of his neck with one hand and wrap around his back with another. Her lips sought his as they pushed and pulled to get closer to each other. The sound of their kisses intensifying echoed in the empty space as he groaned and she moaned loudly.
One of Sango's leg came up to rest on his hip as his hand helped her thigh steady itself in the grove of his long torso. His palms gripped her underneath both of her thighs, and he lifted her up. Her butt rested upon the prep table behind him as he pulled her towards his body roughly. The other leg fell open to her side to welcome him as he pressed forward. His hips grinded his erection into the crevice between her thighs at the spot that was pulsing with hot need. A gasp left her lips as she bucked against him. Sango's fingers twisted into his hair as their lips frantically latched onto each other. His other hand came up to grip her by the cheek before finding other places to roam, push, and pull.
"Mmm." Sango moaned as she pulled a way with a smack of her wet and swollen lips. She leaned back as his nimble fingers worked to remove the ties to her apron. Quickly, he ripped it off of her and tossed it to the side as his lips found the side of her face. His lips kissed along her neck and suckled down from her ear to the column of her neck. Her fingers reached for the hem of his shirt and she pulled it off his lean sweaty body with a hard-aggressive yank. It stuck around his head for a moment before it finally gave way. Like her apron, his shirt too was thrown somewhere as they came together again in a passionate kiss. The heat from his skin left her desiring more. Her hands trailed down his front and traced the muscles surrounding his sternum. Her fingers rubbed gently along his areolas as she kissed him hard and pulled at his bottom lip.
His hair was tussled about his head. He looked like he had been ruffed up a bit as he grinned deliriously down at her. Sango smirked as her hands came to rest along his pants' line. She bit her bottom lip and looked at him heatedly before reaching in his pants and taking hold of his hardened dick. It felt heavy and hot in her hands as she stroked him with one hand while the other worked to free him quickly of his pants.
"Well…well Sango. This is a first." He praised with a hiss leaving his lips as she pulled and stroked him. His eyes looked her over, noticing how undone she had become in a matter of minutes. Her take charge attitude had apparently surfaced from the adrenaline of the night and the celebratory fires that left her wanting him all night.
The sound of his pants fell to the floor and with the push of her legs, so did his boxers. "I want you, Miroku." She stated matter of factly with her breaths coming out in puffs. Her lungs expanded visibly causing her chest to rise and fall. The peak of her black lace bra could be seen from the buttons he managed to work loose. "Tonight, you were brilliant. And…and I can't think of a better way to celebrate a defining moment in our lives then to be right here with you….ending it where it all began." She confessed with rosy cheeks.
Miroku searched her gaze and read between the lines. "Ending it?" He asked incredulously as he focused on the intent yearning and hope in her expression. Her light strokes along his dick gave him only a moment to pause as he focused on getting his message across. His hand came up to cup her cheek and rub along her jaw line tenderly. "We're just beginning, love." He stated with conviction before leaning down and kissing her passionately. Her questioned response was smothered in relief and a moan as he practically kissed her so hard to inhale her soul. They kissed again before he pulled away to push her back fully onto the table. Her hands slipped from his cock as she lay back to look at him with awe and excitement. His arms worked quickly to take off her pants, revealing her in a lacey magenta and black thong.
A high-pitched moan of appreciation released in the back of his throat as he took sight of her dripping puffy folds. A patch of shaved hair sat above her vagina. His eyes roamed along her figure and rubbed along her sides and over her breasts. He bent over her to kiss her head before kissing along her jaw and down her body. He pulled up her bra to see her breasts fall free from the contraction. They bounced freely with nipples that hardened in the cold air-conditioned air. His hand came up and gripped them both before his lips suckled on them like starved man.
"Miro-" She gasped as his teeth pulled a bit on a rosy bud before releasing it and doing the same to the other. The sensation sent fire scorching down to her core, leaving her quivering to his touch.
"My lovely, Sango." He muttered against her skin before kissing downwards and sinking to his knees before her.
Sango peaked through hazy arousal to look down at him as he settled between her thighs. His knees held him up on the hard-tiled floor as he stared at abundance that clenched with need for him. His hands pushed her thighs to the side of his face as his bruised lips kissed the patch of hair that welcomed him to her core. The scent of her arousal was before him and he watched her shake in his grasp. "My Sango…" He muttered huskily before he gave her languid hard lick from her opening to her clit. Her eyes rolled back and she moaned loudly for all to hear. "Sango…I'm going to enjoy you and fuck you here in this kitchen." He explained with guttural raw conviction in his voice. "Then, I will take you home and make love to you like the true French man I am."
Suddenly, Sango pulled up and looked down at him with a raised eyebrow. "With a condom." She stated with a raised eyebrow.
Miroku tilted his head at the challenge and went to work to make her either forget that one necessity or forgo it for the sake of the thrill.
So 86ed for those that don't know...is a term used in the kitchen when something runs out or for some reason isn't available. Just FYI.
And I wasn't going to write a Sango & Miroku fluff, lime, sour patch kid, etc... but it just flowed out. So...yay!