--The Last Dance; Part II--
As she giggled with Kagome, Sango looked around. Sure, she had had plenty of dance partners tonight, many compliments, but not from the one person she was most hoping to see. She sighed. He wouldn't have even noticed her anyways.
The speakers squawked and the DJ announced the last dance as everyone moved back to their dates. Smiling at the love-sick young teens, she turned to Kagome with a quip in her mouth. But there she saw her best friend being swept off her feet. Half smiling, she gave her an encouraging nod. It was about time that that boy did something.
After watching the pair walk off, Sango quietly turned back to the table. The last dance meant it was almost time to go, at least. But as she reached for her coat, someone grabbed her hand. Miroku?? She could feel the stupid grin taking over her face as they walked out and began to dance.
Then, in a completely bold move, she reached up and kissed his cheek. Ignoring how warm it grew under her touch, she began to put her head back on his shoulder when suddenly a mouth was put to hers and she could feel his warm breath on her lips. Slowly but surely, his hand moved down to her butt, and Sango smiled against his mouth. Some things just never changed.