A/N: Good day to you all (or night; you know, whenever you're reading this). It's a nice stormy spring break here in Texas, so I'm stuck inside. Why not update 'An Emotional Wedding' for you all? First, I'm gonna leave you all hanging for a second because an anonymous reviewer left a comment that I would like to address.
So Sadaf Khan, here is what your question was: Shouldn't there be more Inuyasha and Kagome since it's their wedding?
My Answer: You would think so wouldn't you? I actually have a few reasons for this.
1. This is a Miroku/Sango story. If you want to see Inuyasha/Kagome, go find one of their million stories out there.
2. They aren't the main characters in my story. The premise of Inuyasha and Kagome's wedding was simply the setting for the Miroku and Sango romance to occur.
3. I shall be brutally honest, but I do not like Kagome. In the series she is whiny and always calling for Inuyasha to save her. What I love about Sango is that she does occasionally need Miroku's shoulder to cry on, but she's independent enough to where she can defend herself and doesn't need someone to save her.
So, I hope that answers your question. I love Miroku and Sango because they are the behind the scenes romance. They should get the spotlight without having to lose it because the hero and the whiny girl (sorry, but I do not like her) also have a romance going on.
Also, to all my reviewers, I'm so happy to hear from you all. I still have some of you who are silent and I don't like that. Please drop a line!!
Chapter dedication??? I'm gonna have to say FRANKiEJLOVER14, because she reviewed on my birthday, Sadaf Khan for making me have to think and allowing me to go on a tangent, and Belle since she didn't review last chapter and Anya did it for her.
Alright, so I've distracted ya'll enough. Let's get this show on the road!
Disclaimer: YES! I OWN IT! I REALLY DO!! –Lawyers give me evil looks- What? I'm talking about the Miroku plushie I got for my birthday. Me own the series? Yeah right…. –hides plans in drawer-
Chapter 3- Going A Little Farther
The next morning, Miroku woke up staring at the other end of the room. For a minute he thought that he had dreamed about Sango saying 'yes' to going on a date with him, but he knew that he hadn't. He turned over to face Sango, who was still asleep. She was overall in the same position as the other morning, meaning she faced Miroku with her hands out towards him with her shirt moved up beneath her breast. He knew that he really shouldn't, but again like the morning before, he took his hand and caressed the curve of her body, where only her bare skin was. A lock of hair had fallen over her face, so he brushed it back and lightly stroked her cheek. Then he grabbed hold of one of her hands, like the morning before.
'She's so peaceful when she's asleep,' he thought as he gazed over at her. 'If only she could be this much at ease when she's awake, then she wouldn't be as stressed. Maybe then, she could concentrate on things besides her job.' (A/N: you should have seen that sentence before I revised it…. my English teacher would have killed me.) With his inhibitions returning to him, he got out of bed, leaving Sango alone to sleep, and went into the bathroom. He splashed some water on his face and looked out into the bedroom, as Sango got up out of bed.
She walked in and the two of them began to simultaneously brush their teeth. They both spat out their toothpaste and Sango started to brush her hair. Miroku finally broke the silence over them. "So, did you have anymore strange dreams?"
"Actually yes," Sango replied. "Again, I knew it was a guy and he started to caress my hip all the way to my breast. Then I could feel him mess with my hair and stroke my cheek. Finally he grabbed my hand again."
"So, dream-guy strikes again?" Miroku asked teasingly.
Sango giggled at the comment. "Yeah, I guess. OK, now out! I need to get dressed!"
Right after Sango came out of the bedroom in a very tight-fitting, curvaceous denim skirt and a red tank top (which Miroku silently whistled to himself as he saw), Miroku went in the bedroom so he could get dressed. When he walked back out into the living room, Sango was laughing and talking cheerfully on her cell phone. As he walked up he heard her say, "Yeah…. Okay…. Love you too… bye." Still smiling, she hung up her phone.
"Who was that?" Miroku asked suspiciously.
Sango looked at him with a devious smirk, which Miroku instantly decided was amazingly sexy, and replied, "Why should I tell you?"
"Well, you just said 'I love you' and I want to make sure that I'm not a paramour or something," he replied casually. (A/N: FYI… 'paramour' means 'illicit lover', kind of like 'the other woman'.)
Sango shook her head, still giggling. "Okay, okay, it was my little brother," Sango said.
"Oh." Miroku stopped short, remembering what had happened to her after their senior year. "So, you and him are close right?"
"Yeah…" Sango replied, not wanting to go down the road he was walking.
"Well, I mean…" Miroku paused, noticing Sango's annoyance towards him. "I heard about how… well, you and him were left alone after your parents…" Sango glared at him murderously. "I just mean that you and him must be close," he finished, knowing he'd stuck his foot in his mouth.
"He's kind of the only thing I've got left," she said angrily. Sango turned on her heel and stomped out of the room.
Miroku was in shock, thinking of what went wrong. 'What'd I say? What'd I say?' He quickly snapped out of it. "Who cares what I said! I've gotta make amends for this." He ran out of the room and saw Sango walking down the hall. He called her name as he ran after her. Finally, Miroku ran in front of her, blocking her path. "Sango, look I'm an idiot! I'm sorry I said that stuff!"
Sango looked up at him intensely. "Yeah, you're an idiot! Thanks for bringing up the memory of my parent's deaths! It's not something I try to think about and I'd appreciate it, if you didn't bring it up!"
"I'm sorry Sango," he repeated. "I didn't mean for it to sound so insensitive, but it just happened." Miroku locked his hands with Sango's and looked into her eyes. "Look, I don't want to fight with you and I want to have a good time with you, and I honestly mean it. Can we just forget about all this?"
Sango broke eye contact from him and blushed. "Sure. I'm sorry that I overreacted. It's a touchy subject for me." As she gathered enough courage to look back up at him, she noticed their intertwined hands. "Can I ask you something though?"
Miroku looked down at her and said, "Go ahead."
Sango looked up at him shyly. "Can you let go of my hands?"
Instantly, he dropped her hands. "Oh…uh… sorry."
She stepped back away form him. "It's okay." She walked down the hall, then turned back to him. "I'll see you tonight! Pick me up from Kagome's room. Room221!"
"Sango! Come on! Show me how it looks!"
"There's no way I'm wearing this!"
"Sango let me see it!" Kagome said to Sango through the dressing room door. They were out shopping for dresses, one so that Kagome could wear it during the reception and one for Sango's date that night. Kagome found her dress an hour ago, a pale blue sleeveless dress with a small slit on both sides. So far, Sango had rejected so many dresses because they were either too short, too long, too busty, too conservative, or just plain ugly.
Sango walked out of the dressing room in a long black dress that was hugging every curve to her body. It was completely strapless and the dress, although went down to her ankles, had slits on both sides that went up to the middle of her thighs. "I'm not wearing this," she replied looking at her reflection.
"And why not?" Kagome asked skeptically.
"I look like a slut," Sango replied simply.
"You do not!" Kagome exclaimed. "You look beautiful! Look the dress hugs all your curves, so it accents your body shape. It makes you look incredible!"
"It's too…." Sango trailed off trying to find an excuse. "…Busty."
"No it's not. It's perfectly fine," Kagome said defiantly, trying to settle the issue. "Sango, do you want to go on this date?"
"Well…. Yeah."
"And do you want Miroku to see the real you?"
"Yes."
"Well, then buy this dress, wear it tonight, and see how far it takes you. It shows the real you; the gorgeous twenty-five year-old, successful designer who is going on a date with one of her old best friends," Kagome explained. "Who you happen to be in love with as well." She couldn't help but add the last remark.
Sango turned to face Kagome, her face flushed, and exclaimed, "When did I say I was in love with Miroku?"
"You didn't have to," Kagome replied. "I know that you are because of how you two connect. You both are in love, so just admit it to each other and let's see what happens."
Miroku was nervous. He never got nervous before a date… ever. He wasn't sure exactly why though. Yes Sango wasn't your average date, ever since they had 'started over', and on top of that, he knew that he was starting to develop feelings for her. Actually, that was a lie; he was just reawakening old feelings that he'd suppressed over the years.
As he walked down the second-floor corridor, down to Kagome and Inuyasha's room, he suddenly became very self-conscious. When he reached the door, he took a deep breath before knocking. Shippo opened the door and peeked out. "Oh! Hi!" he said, suddenly perky. "Are you Sango's date?"
"Um, yeah," Miroku answered. "Is she ready?"
"Yeah! And she looks really pretty!" Shippo exclaimed. "She's been a little freaked out though. She doesn't think she looks pretty, no matter what we tell her."
"Shippo!" Kagome hissed, coming to the door. She picked him up and said, "Go to bed. Now." Shippo made a sullen look, but when Kagome put him down, he walked back into the room. Kagome looked at Miroku and said, "Wait here. I'll go get Sango." She started to walk off, but turned back to him and said, "Oh, you had better be nice to her. She's a little self-conscious about the dress." Kagome walked down the hall out of Miroku's sight.
Miroku stood in the entrance hallway, looking around and taking slow breathes to calm himself down. After a few minutes, Kagome called to him. "Miroku! Come in here!"
Miroku walked in the living room and stopped with an amazed look on his face. Sango stood there in the living room, clad in her dress and her cheeks were a little flushed. To Miroku, it made her look cute, but add the dress she was wearing and she looked absolutely gorgeous. He walked over to her, grabbed her hands, and said to her, 'Sango? Look at me." She looked up at him and he asked, "Do you think you look alright?"
"All honesty?" Sango said, looking into his eyes. "I think I look odd. I just don't feel comfortable."
He squeezed her hands and said, "You look beautiful. You don't look odd in the least bit. Anyone else wearing that dress would pale in comparison."
"Stop trying to sweet-talk me and let's go eat," Sango replied, pulling her hands out of his.
"Alright you two," Kagome said mockingly. "You go downstairs and have a good night. Just don't get too wild." She began to giggle at her own joke.
"Kagome!" Sango exclaimed in annoyance. She walked over and smacked the other girl on the head, sending the bracelets on her arm into a jingling rhythm.
Miroku grabbed her arm. "Time to follow your own advice. Let's go down and eat." Sango followed him out of the hotel room and they went down the staircase arm-in-arm. At the table, they both sat next to each other, and Sango could feel Miroku's knee up against hers. Miroku looked over at her and tried to break the tense silence. "So… uh, your hair looks nice."
Sango groped at her hair, which had been pinned back to one side and said, "Thank you."
'Oh crap…' Miroku thought. 'I'd better think of something else to say or this date could indefinitely go straight to hell.'
"So," Sango said, placing her menu back on the table. "You've never told me exactly what your job is, so what do you do?"
Miroku hid the grin he wanted to make. 'This could go in a good direction.'
Two hours later, the couple came up the stairs talking and laughing. Sango had her arms wrapped around Miroku's arm and her face hadn't lost its smile since dinner. 'God, if anyone who didn't know us saw us like this, they'd think we were a couple.' She tightened her hold on his arm slightly. 'Not that I mind though.' She looked over at Miroku and said, "Miroku, I had a really great time tonight."
Miroku looked at her and put his arm around her waist. "I did too. You're a very easy person to be with."
She gave him an intense look and asked, "What exactly are you trying to accomplish?"
"What do you mean?" he asked innocently.
"You're trying to get somewhere with me, aren't you?" she said accusingly.
"Am I allowed to try?" he said, with a smirk as he took the room key out of his pocket.
"Look," Sango replied, breaking away form the arm around her waist. "Just because we went out on one date, that doesn't mean that things have changed between us."
"Oh?" he challenged, unlocking the door. "So no matter what happens tonight, everything's the same?"
"No," she replied. "I just told the biggest lie of my life. I can tell you right now, I think everything's going to change." She walked into their hotel room and Miroku followed, closing the door behind him.
She stood near the couch and Miroku came up to her. He held onto her hands, lifted one up to kiss it, and said, "This is usually the part of the date where I would kiss you goodnight at the door, but I don't know exactly when to kiss you."
"How about…" Sango pulled one of Miroku's hands onto her hip. "..Right…" She moved herself closer to him. "Now." Once she stopped talking, their faces were mere inches apart. That distance was quickly eliminated and the two of them stood in the living room, lips locked together as though that was where they belonged. Neither wanted to end it, but they broke off for air and leaned their foreheads against one another. Sango looked up into Miroku's violet eyes, which shimmered as she gazed at them. "We're not just friends anymore, are we?"
Miroku smiled down at her, looking into her caramel-colored eyes. "We crossed that line a long time ago."
"So… are you my boyfriend and I'm your girlfriend?" she asked.
"It all depends on what you want," he replied.
"I want that. So badly…." She trailed off, laying her head against his chest. He held her for a minute, then they separated. Sango went and took her shoes off, then sat on the couch. Miroku started to walk into the bedroom, until Sango called to him. "Miroku? Where are you going?"
He looked over at her and smiled. Sango was giving him a longing look and he walked over to her. He sat next to her, picked up one of her hands, and said, "I'm going straight to please you."
Sango shifted herself closer to him and almost instantly, they caught one another in a kiss, only this one was deeper. Sango could feel Miroku pushing her down to lie on the couch and she let him. All the while, they never broke their kiss; it only got deeper and even more intimate. As she laid on the couch, she felt Miroku's hand move up from her hip all the way to her breast. Once she felt that, she broke off the kiss and protested. "Miroku, no."
Miroku sat up, allowing Sango to as well. He looked at her and asked, "What's wrong?"
Sango ran her hand through her hair. "It's not that I don't want to; it's just that I actually want this relationship to work, so I don't want to rush in."
"Okay, I'll respect that," he said.
Sango gave him a quick kiss. "Thank you for understanding." She walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind her, so she could change.
Miroku watched her go, then fell back on the couch. 'Wow… I didn't think that would happen. I was hoping to get a kiss and maybe a chance for a second date. I not only got two damn hot kisses, but I got a sexy girlfriend to go along with it.' He looked at the closed bedroom door in amusement. 'You are one strange, yet sexy girl Sango. And I'm so glad I'm the one who gets to hold you.'
The next morning Miroku was again believing that he was still dreaming. Reminiscing on their date the night before, he could recall his and Sango's kisses plus her reluctance to going any farther. It was simply because she actually wanted a strong, serious relationship with Miroku, so she didn't want to rush in. 'Sango said that she was girlfriend…' he thought to himself. 'So does this mean that she actually wants to be with me, even after our past? If she does, I'm fine with it. I wonder if she wants anyone to know….'
He turned over to look at Sango, only to find her back facing towards him. All he could see was her hair down her back, with some that was over her shoulder. As usual, her shirt had moved up under her breast, but all Miroku could see was a large portion of her back. Sango's position challenged him to change his routine, but he still took his hand and caressed the curve of her body on her bare skin. He took the stray locks of her hair and moved them back over her shoulder, and began a light massage along her shoulders. Sango made a small moan and Miroku stopped, fearing that she'd awaken, then got up out of bed.
He went through the normal routine of washing his face and brushing his teeth. He looked around the bathroom and noticed that Sango wasn't in there with him. He looked back into the bedroom and saw Sango sitting up in bed, yet still under the sheets. Miroku grabbed her brush from off the counter, walked into the bedroom, and sat down next to her. "What's the matter?" he asked, setting her brush down on the night stand.
"I don't really know," she replied, looking down to the sheets. "My legs just hurt for some reason."
"Really?" Miroku asked. He started to massage her thighs from under the covers. Sango made a pained expression and he stilled his hands. "Does that hurt?"
"Yeah a little," Sango answered. "It's okay though. It's just a cramp. I'll be fine." She moved the sheets and moved her legs to the floor.
Miroku stood up and gave the woman a quizzical glance. "What do you think you're doing?"
Sango shot a glare at him. "What do you think?" she spat at him, while still sitting on the bed. "I'm getting up so I can get dressed!"
"Not a good idea," he retorted. Sango's glare only got more menacing. "What's that look for? All I'm saying is that you need to rest and not be moving around on your feet."
"That doesn't make any sense Miroku," she said. "How are my legs supposed to feel better if I don't move around? Besides…" She paused as she stood up against the foot of the bed. "Look. I can stand up on them just fine."
"So you think," he retorted. "Walk over to me." Sango looked over at him, took one step, then as she took another towards him, her legs buckled underneath her. Miroku dove to catch her and did. She gave him an embarrassed glance, while Miroku gave her a cocky smile. "You were saying?" he asked.
Sango gave him a nervous laugh. "Um… that I'm going to stay in bed until my legs feel better."
"That's what I thought," Miroku said, still giving her a cocky smirk. He supported Sango's back, picked up her legs, and held her in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her head into his chest. He set her down on her side of the bed and asked, "Why are you in such a hurry to move around?"
"Because I have places I need to go," Sango complained, leaning against her pillow.
"Like?"
"Well, there's a rehearsal at five and I have to be somewhere at eight!" she explained to him in a list-making tone. Miroku gave her a blank expression. "You didn't know we had a rehearsal, did you?"
Miroku shook his head. "Nope, but you need to stay in bed until then."
"Fine," Sango groaned, giving up on the argument. "But if I'm not moving around by 3:00, I'm going to force myself to."
"Fine by me," Miroku replied. "Just as long as you stay in bed until then."
"What about food though?" she asked, looking up at him pathetically.
Miroku leaned down and gave Sango a short, but intimate kiss on the lips, reminding her about the new boyfriend she had acquired. He broke off and stroked her cheek. "That's what boyfriends are for. I'll get dressed and bring us back breakfast, alright?"
Sango nodded, then her face paled as realization hit her. "Um… what do I do while you're getting dressed?"
"Um…" Miroku stuttered, seeing the problem. "Just pull the covers over your head, I guess. There's really nothing more we can do."
Once Miroku had left the room, Sango sat right back in bed. 'There's no way in hell that I'm staying in bed all day.' She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up with her hands on the bedside. Her legs started to tremble and she said aloud, "God, what's the matter with me?" She took a step backward, but lost her balance and fell forward to grab the bedside. She took a deep breath and said to herself, "Alright, let's try this again." This time she moved down the bed to the corner, and took a step back, away from the bed, but her legs gave out and she fell backwards.
Miroku, who had come back to the room with breakfast, walked into the bedroom only to see Sango lose her balance and start to fall backwards. He threw their food on the bed and rushed to catch her. When he did, she looked at him and he asked her, "What do you think you're doing?"
Sango looked up at him and stammered, "Um… being stupid and trying to walk when you told me to stay in bed."
"That's what I thought," he answered flatly. "Put your arms around me." Sango wrapped her arms around his neck and picked her up, holding her close to him. He carried her over to the bed and set her down. "Sango, I'm telling you that you need to stop trying to move around or you're going to make them worse," Miroku told her as he sat next to her on the side of the bed. He passed her a breakfast sandwich and started to eat his.
"How do you know so much about this?" Sango asked him. "You're not a doctor, so how do you know how to treat this?"
"You're right there," he answered. "I'm no doctor, but this happened to me awhile back. It's stress, that's all. As long as you stay off your feet for the time being, you'll be fine in a few hours."
"Alright… fine," Sango said, taking a bite of her sandwich. She thought for a moment, then asked, "Miroku? Can I ask you something?"
"Anything," he answered, taking a bite of his breakfast.
"When you wake up in the morning, how close are you to me?" she asked.
Miroku almost choked on his sandwich, but turned to Sango and countered, "Where's all this coming from?"
"Well it's complicated," she replied. "It's just that whenever I have those 'dream guy' dreams, I always smell the same scent. When you've held me, I can smell the same scent form my dreams. I'm just wondering if during the night, you just move too close to me and that's why I smell you."
Miroku gave a small sigh of relief. (A/N: you're safe… for now) "That must be it because I don't get that close to you in the mornings," he replied. "And sometimes you're the one who moves over towards me."
Sango smiled. "Well… what do you expect?" she said playfully. "You smell so damn good, I can't help myself." She leaned over and gave Miroku a kiss.
He smiled at her and they continued to eat in comfortable silence. Miroku stood up after they finished eating. "Okay, I'm going out for a little bit. I'll be back."
"Wait…. So what am I supposed to do while you're gone?" she asked.
"Well where's your book?"
"In the living room."
"Your cell phone?"
"In the living room."
"I'll be right back." Miroku walked out of the bedroom and returned with Sango's phone and novel. He handed them to her. "Will this keep you occupied?" he asked playfully.
"Yes. Thank you." She watched Miroku as he started to walk out of the room, but stopped him by asking, "Miroku, you'll come back for me, won't you?"
Miroku turned back to her and answered her without thinking. "Of course. I'll never leave you. I love you." Immediately, Sango's eyes widened on him and he snapped his mouth shut. 'Oh my… oh shit… I didn't mean to tell her that! Crap, what do I do now?'
He turned to walkout of the room once more, but Sango stopped him. "No. Miroku, come here." From the tone of her voice, Miroku knew that he should obey. He came over and sat on the edge of the bed. Sango slid down next to him. "Now, what did you say again?"
Miroku turned away from her. "That I love you."
Sango noticed the fact that he would not look at her. She placed her hands on his shoulders and turned him to look at her. "And are you ashamed of that?" she asked, looking deeply into his eyes.
Miroku grabbed her hands and held them in his lap. "Not in the least bit," he replied, looking into her eyes as well. "In fact, I'm proud of it. I just didn't want to tell you for fear that you may not feel the same way for me."
Sango smiled and ran her hands through his hair. "Your fears were for naught," she said, pulling her hand from his black hair and resting it on his cheek. "Miroku, I love you too." He put his arm around her back and pulled her to him. They kissed once again and it was like the night before, where they never wanted to break free of each other.
Finally, they broke off for air and Miroku smiled down at his love. "Stay in bed and I'll be back as soon as I can. I hopefully won't be gone over an hour." He kissed her on the cheek and got up to leave.
Miroku came back about an hour later, with a book for him and two sandwiches for their lunch. They sat in bed together for most of the day, staying in companionable silence. At 2:00, Sango began to twitch her legs for no apparent reason. "Why do you keep doing that?" Miroku asked.
"My legs just feel funny," she replied.
"Well, try to walk on them," he suggested. "After all, maybe that's a sign that they're feeling better."
Sango got off the bed and just stood there. Her legs weren't trembling anymore and she hesitantly took a step forward. She felt like a toddler just learning how to walk, but as she kept moving, she started to regain the feel of it. Once she started to get back into her normal rhythm, she jumped backward and fell on the bed. She laid on her back and proclaimed happily, "Wahoo!! I can walk again!!"
Miroku readjusted his position, so that he was lying next to her. "Well that's a good thing," he replied. "See? I told you that you'd get the feeling back in them if you just rested. It didn't kill you to stay in bed for a few hours."
"You're right," she said, looking over at him. "I'm sorry I acted like such a brat. I appreciate that you spent the whole day here just looking after me."
"What are boyfriends for?" Miroku asked playfully, smiling down at her.
Sango gave him a quick, but intimate kiss. "Well for one thing, they're great kissers." She sat up and continued, "And they bring me food when I'm not feeling good." She looked straight at him and said, "And they leave the room when I want to take a shower and change clothes."
"Alright I get the message," Miroku said, getting off the bed. "I'll let you be alone. I'll be in the living room if you need me."
At the rehearsal that night, it was doubled over, meaning that they rehearsed both the ceremony and the reception. At 7:00, when the rehearsal ended all the girls left together and the guys stayed behind so that they could clean up the ballroom, where the reception would be held. Miroku was sweeping the floor and Koga was helping him with the dust pan. "So Miroku…" Koga said with a smirk. "Me and Ayame were going out last night and we saw you with a girl there in the hotel restaurant."
Miroku stopped sweeping for a moment, then resumed, acting as though it was nothing. "Yeah, I went out on a date. It's not a big thing."
"Au contraire," Koga interrupted. "It's a huge thing. Now tell me; who was the lucky girl?"
Miroku sighed and looked over at him. "Even if I refuse to tell you, you still won't leave me alone about it, will you?" Koga shook his head, and Miroku sighed once more. "Fine…. It was Sango."
"Sango Yamata? The maid of honor?" Koga repeated in shock. Miroku nodded and Koga grounded his thoughts. "Isn't she your roommate?"
"Well not exactly roommate…" Miroku said. "I'm just sharing my hotel room with her."
"Uh huh…" Koga replied, unbelievingly. "So how far have you gotten with her?"
Miroku swayed form shock, then rounded on Koga. "Um… that's kind of private!"
"Okay, okay…." Koga said, looking as though he gave up. "Just tell me one thing; have you slept with her?"
Miroku almost fell over the broom handle. He stared at Koga in shock and said, "Not like THAT!!!" Koga turned away from Miroku, satisfied with his answers. Miroku broke the silence. "Tell me something… how did you know you wanted to marry Ayame?"
"Why?" Koga asked, ready to tease Miroku again. "Planning something? Going to ask Sango to marry you?"
"NO!!!" Miroku said in exasperation. "No no no!! It's just that you're more experienced in this category, so I just want to know for later."
"How did I know?" Koga asked himself. "Well, I guess I knew because when I was with her, I just felt complete. I just knew that without her I didn't feel right. I would always think about her when I wasn't with her and even when I was, I still thought about her. That's how I knew that I wanted to marry her." Miroku was looking down, concentrating hard, and Koga looked over at him. "Enough to think about?"
"Hm?" Miroku said, snapping out of his thoughts. "Oh… yeah. Thanks."
Miroku took a taxi back to the hotel. He walked back into the hotel room at about 7:40, and looked around. The TV was on but other than that, it didn't look like anyone was there. He looked over the back of the couch to see if maybe Sango had fallen asleep there, but she wasn't there. He felt his stomach start to twist up in worry. 'Where is she?' he thought, then he called to her. "Sango! Sango, where are you?"
"I'm right here!"
Miroku turned around to see a hand waving at him behind the counter. "What are you doing Sango?" he asked her.
"I'm getting a water bottle," Sango said, still hiding behind the counter.
"It doesn't take that long to get a water from that refrigerator," he retorted.
Sango popped her head above the counter and looked over at Miroku. "Yeah… well I lost my earring back, so I'm looking for it."
Miroku turned and walked over to the couch. He leaned on the back of it and watched TV for a little bit. He heard Sango congratulate herself on finding the missing part of her earring and smirked to himself. He turned around and almost dropped his mouth wide open at what she was wearing. The jeans and tank top she had been wearing were gone and replaced by a blue mini-skirt, a red tube top with her stomach showing, and a sleeveless cover shirt. "OK, you're dressed like that and you're going out?!?" he asked in amazement.
"Yeah…." Sango said, not knowing what the big deal was. "What about it?"
"You never show your stomach to people," Miroku replied.
"Shut up," Sango said playfully. "You see my stomach every night."
"That's in your pajamas though," he pointed out. "You never go out in public with your stomach showing."
"Look, I just have to go somewhere tonight and I have to dress like this," Sango replied.
She tried to walk past Miroku into the bedroom, but he grabbed her arm. "Alright, you're dressed like that and you won't tell me where you're going," he explained. "I'm really starting to think that I'm a paramour." (A/N: see above definition if you forgot.)
"God Miroku," Sango said, getting frustrated. She came up right in front of him. "How many times do I have to tell you? You're not a paramour!" He wouldn't look into her eyes, so she placed her hands on his cheeks and positioned his face in front of her own. "And if you don't believe what I say, then maybe you'll believe my actions."
Immediately Sango pressed her lips onto Miroku's and held him in a kiss. Once she felt him respond and kiss back, she decided to move further. Miroku could suddenly feel Sango's probing tongue in his mouth. Deciding to play along, he collided his tongue with hers, eliciting a small moan from Sango. They continued playing around and eventually broke off, each with goofy smiles on their faces.
"That was incredible," Miroku said, holding Sango around her waist.
"Yeah it was," Sango replied, still breathless. She looked up at him and asked, "Still think you're a paramour? Let me tell you something, I only gave you that pleasure because I really love you."
"I'll believe anything now because that was the most pleasurable experience of my life," he told her. Sango smiled at him and broke out of his embrace to walk into the bedroom. She came back out, trying to fasten a bracelet to her wrist and Miroku grabbed hold of her arm again. "Come on… tell me where you're going."
"No!" Sango said exasperated. "Why should I tell you?"
Miroku made a pathetic face and simply said, "Because you love me."
Sango looked at him with a playful, yet annoyed face. "Oh…. no! No! No! Miroku, do not throw that line at me!" She looked at him as he made puppy-dog look, and said, "No, Miroku… don't you dare! I can't resist that look!" She looked at him with frustration, yet she was still smiling. "Ugh! Fine… it's Kagome's bachlorette party!" Miroku gave her a small smirk and she poked him in the chest as she said to him, "Meaning no boyfriends!"
Miroku gave her a playful smirk and asked jokingly, "Well, what if I got down on my knee right now and asked you to marry me?"
"No fiancés either," Sango replied flatly.
"It's just that I'm going to miss you all night," he said sweetly, taking her hand. "At least tell me what you're going to do."
"Fine," she said, giving in. 'Damn Miroku… he can always seduce me into doing something that he wants.' She looked at him and said, "We're going to dinner than to a club. I won't give you any more details!"
"Alright…" Miroku replied seductively. He wrapped his arms around Sango form behind and started kissing her neck. When he had gone all the way down, he came right back up to her ear, licked it, and whispered, "I just want to tell you that the one on Madison isn't doing too well."
Sango, who had gone into a trance when Miroku started kissing her neck, completely fell under his spell once he came after her ear. She was still in that state when she answered him, "no, we're going to the one on Sixth Avenue." She heard Miroku begin to laugh and snapped back to reality, breaking out of his embrace. "Miroku! That was a dirty trick! You're horrible!"
He gave her a deviant smile and said, "Well, you're an easy person to manipulate."
Sango rolled her eyes and said sarcastically, "Oh, that's what every girl wants their boyfriend to tell her." Miroku was still giving her a look. "No! You still can't come!"
"I don't have to come with you, " he suggested. "I could just happen to be in the same place you are." Sango turned away from him thinking and Miroku's thoughts went into overdrive. 'One more time should get to her.'
Miroku walked up behind Sango and started to kiss her neck again. Sango went back into her trance, quickly broke out of it, and turned to face him. "Miroku, flattery will get you—" She was interrupted suddenly by Miroku closing the gap between their lips. She could feel Miroku's tongue exploring her mouth and she melted right into him. He held her right up to his body and he could hear her sigh contently. Hearing this, Miroku pressed his tongue against hers and caused a squeak to some from Sango. She fought back with him and pressed against his tongue until they were back in Miroku's mouth. They broke off their heated kiss to gather air and Miroku went right to her neck, kissing and sucking the skin there as she could feel his hands rubbing up and down her back.
He moved back up to her ear and whispered, "What were you saying earlier?"
She looked in his eyes and caressed her hand down his cheek. She kissed him on the cheek and said, "Everywhere. Flattery will get you everywhere."
"So do I still not get to come?" he asked.
"I do; I really want you to," Sango said softly. "But it'll look suspicious. You suddenly showing up where we all are…. They'll start suspecting things…."
"People already know about us," he said to her. "There's no point in hiding it."
"I know… but still… it's tradition," Sango replied. Miroku made a hurt look and she suddenly gave him a deviant smirk. She came close to his face and seductively stroked his cheek. "Tell you what. We'll be there at about ten. Give me an hour to get Kagome and the others a little drunk, then come."
"Oh…" Miroku said returning her smirk. "You're so evil Sango. I think I may have to punish you."
"I'm looking forward to it," she replied, fingering his lips.
He kissed her finger and said, "I think I like this naughty Sango. Where've you been hiding her?"
"You're the only person she's come out for," Sango replied, still giving him a seductive smirk.
"I feel honored," Miroku said playfully.
"You should," she replied kissing him quickly. "Now I've got to go or else I'll be late." She gave him another kiss, her tongue in his mouth, and she broke off quickly. Miroku gave her an amazed look and she replied, "A little going-away present from naughty Sango. Don't worry though; she'll be back later, just for you." She winked at him flirtatiously and walked out of the hotel room.
Miroku staggered back a little bit and leaned on the back of the couch. He looked at the door where she had walked out and said, "Damn. Does that girl even know how sexy she is? God, I'm one lucky guy to have her to myself."
End of Chapter 3!!!
A/N: --collapses over computer keyboard in exhaustion—Whew… that takes A LOT out of a girl!!
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