A/N: WOOHOO!!! It's summertime guys and gals!! You know what that means? Well, here in Texas it means that it's gonna be hot as hell, but you know what else? It means I'll update this story a whole lot more!! Maybe I'll even throw some of my other ideas out as well! How about that??
I love all of ya'll who've stayed with me. School at the end of the year was a bitch. That's what I get for taking all honors classes… but oh well. I aced my finals, get to be here a lot over the summer, and I want to finish this story really soon!! Let's make these dreams come true!
A special note here: Shahid kapoor…. Shahid, Shahid, Shahid…sweetie, I love your enthusiasm for my story, but sending me 5 reviews to beg me to update is not cool. Every time you sent me a review I thought it was from someone else. So please, I love your enthusiasm for my story and please keep sending the love, but if you wanna get on my butt for quicker updates, my e-mail address is in my profile. Bug me like that.
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On with the show!! (Finally!)
Chapter 4: A Wild Night
Sango sighed and leaned back in the booth she was sitting in. The four bridesmaids, Eri, Yuka, Ayumi, and Ayame, were all gossiping, but Sango barely heard a word they were saying. Kagome had disappeared about 10 minutes before, and Sango was beginning to think that was a pretty good idea.
"Sango? Sango! Sango!!"
There was a loud smack on the table, snapping Sango out of her thoughts and sending her pulse into triple overtime. "Hello? Sango?" Eri asked Sango, who was still reeling from her shock. "Did you even hear us?"
Sango shook her head to snap herself out of her trance. "Huh? No… I'm sorry. I wasn't listening."
"What's on your mind?" Ayumi asked. "You've been sighing all night. You keep spacing out too. What's up?"
Sango turned her flushed face away from the curious girls. Ever noticeable, Yuka said, "Oh… I see. You're thinking about someone."
Her shy tendencies beginning to take over, Sango stuttered in response, "What? No, I… It's not that! I'm thinking about something else."
"Really?" Eri said suspiciously. "You're not thinking about a guy perhaps, are you?"
"What?!" Sango replied, shocked at how close to the truth they were. "I'm not thinking about a guy! I… I don't even have a boyfriend!!" She rubbed the back of her neck nervously. 'Oh shit…'
"I'm not surprised," Yuka said, backing off of Sango's interrogation. "I mean we have prearranged dates, so it would be hard to maintain relationships through this thing."
"I never had a relationship in the first place, at least before this thing," Sango replied flatly.
Ayumi leaned over the table towards Sango. "Aren't you paired up with Miroku in the wedding?" Sango nodded and Ayumi continued, "Aren't you and him staying in the same room?"
"Before you get any ideas, it's not by choice!" Sango said in her defense. 'Oh God… why am I lying to them about me and Miroku? I hope he'll forgive me for this, but they really don't need to know about that at the moment.' She snapped herself out of her own thoughts and explained, "A pipe burst in my room the first night and he was kind enough to let me stay with him. Nothing else
is going on!"
"Ok, OK… we believe you," Yuka said. "No need to jump on us Sango. You know what though? You're one lucky chick. Your date is not only cute, but he's single, your type, and available. Your date is the only one that any of us can actually date!"
Sango turned away from the chatty girls, her cheeks flaring up again, and sighed. 'Why do they have to point out every single redeeming quality about Miroku? Yeah, I know all of them and more, but why can't they let it die? And why are they pulling to see if Miroku and I are a couple?' She noticed that Ayame had also decided to cut out of the conversation and both women looked out towards the dance floor.
Out of nowhere, Kagome ran up to them yelling, "Yay!! My best friends!" She fell back into the booth, almost right on top of Sango. The large glass of tequila she was holding miraculously did not spill a drop.
"Whoa there Kagome!" Sango said, pushing Kagome off her lap and upright in the booth. The young bride-to-be giggled and Sango glanced at the half full glass. "OK, how many of those have you had?" Where this girl got her inability to handle alcohol, Sango would never know.
Kagome stopped giggling and began to concentrate really hard. (A/N: an amazing feat when you're piss drunk) "Um… three; yeah, three!!" She held up three fingers for all to see and then held up her glass. "And now, the dance floor calls to me!" She got up and hobbled drunkenly onto the dance floor. (A/N: Boy, I wrote this part over a year ago, but my drunken Kagome sounds a lot like me when I'm drunk. Yes, I'm 15 and have gotten drunk. It was quite funny actually. Tell me if you want to hear the story.)
The remaining girls looked at each other, all with shock evident in their features. "OK, so how are we going to make sure that she doesn't do something really stupid?" Eri asked. Sango glanced over at Ayame, and smirked, while Ayame returned the gesture. The two then looked at the remaining three girls, their smirks still evident. "What is it…." Eri started, slightly frightened by the look that they were receiving. "… Oh! You want us to go watch her! Well… let's go!" (A/N: Yeah, these girls are pretty brainless… I'm going to say that they were one group of friends, while Sango, Miroku, Kouga, Ayame, etc. were another group of friends.)
"Don't make it so suspicious though," Ayame called after them. The girls nodded and walked off after Kagome. Ayame looked over at Sango, who had started to stare off again, smirked deviantly, and said, "OK Sango, you just totally lied through your teeth to them, didn't you?"
"Um… what do you mean?" Sango asked, nervously diverting her eyes. 'Damn, she's backing me into a corner here…'
"You completely lied to them," Ayame replied. You do have a boyfriend and don't you try to deny it!"
'I can't lie to her,' Sango thought. "Fine," she said resolutely. "I do have a boyfriend. Happy now?"
Ayame nodded enthusiastically and pressed further. "So… give me the details! What's he like?"
'I can tell her and just not make it a dead giveaway that it's Miroku.' She smirked to herself and replied, "Well, he's cute, sweet, and he makes me laugh. He's really compassionate and caring and he's liked me for a long time."
Ayame squealed, quite girlishly, and smirked. "He sounds perfect. I'm really happy you've found someone like that for you." She thought for a moment, then eyed Sango intensely. "Wait, does he know that Miroku's your date to the wedding?" Sango nodded. "And he's alright with it?" Again, the woman nodded. "He's even ok with the fact that you have to share a room with him?"
Sango nodded once more. "Not only is he ok with it, he kind of, encouraged me to do it."
Ayame cocked an eyebrow in confusion and took a drink of her raspberry daiquiri. "Speaking of your roommate," she began. "Me and Koga were going out last night and we looked in the hotel restaurant and saw Miroku in there with a girl." Sango stiffened immediately, but Ayame didn't notice and continued her story. "He was looking at her really lovingly, but we never saw her face, only her back. I was just thinking that since you're his roommate, you might know something about it."
Sango looked away from Ayame, an embarrassed blush dancing across her cheeks. 'Oh crap, she and Koga saw us on our date last night?! This must be why Miroku said that people know about us. Maybe I can play this off…' Keeping her head bent, she replied, "I…um… have no clue what exactly is going on with that. I never saw the girl, so I can't tell you anything."
Ayame gave her an unbelieving look and asked, "So you don't know who she is?"
Sango messed wither hair, nervously running her fingers through it. He went to pick her up and he didn't say anything about her today."(A/N: well… it's the truth) Ayame was staring at her intensely and Sango breathed out in annoyance, "What?!"
"Your hair…" Ayame thought out loud. Sango glanced at her in confusion and Ayame continued, "Your hair… the girl also had your hair color!"
Sango glanced down at her hair, then threw it back over her shoulder. "So what? My hair color is pretty common."
"Not really…" Ayame argued. 'Wait a minute… Could it—' She looked at Sango with a shocked smile on her face. "Miroku's your boyfriend! That was you on the date with him!"
'Crap!! She figured it out!' Sango screamed mentally. She sighed, giving into her defeat. "Yeah, it was me." Ayame gave her an enthusiastic grin, begging her to continue. "He asked me out the night before and we went out last night. No big deal."
"Wrong!" Ayame said, shooting down Sango's excuse. "You're not spilling anything else, so I'll have to make you!" She scooted over closer to Sango and asked in a low voice, "Have you slept with him?"
Sango jumped up in shock and looked at Ayame. "What?!" She noticed that Ayame wasn't joking and, still in shock, answered, "Well yes, but not like that!! We kind of have to, considering the fact that we sleep in the same bed."
Ayame cast Sango a confused glance. "So you two haven't—"
"NO!!"
"Oh," Ayame replied. ""How could you have not?" Sango gave her a pissed off look and Ayame shut up on that. "So exactly how far have you two gotten?"
"Um, well…." Sango thought, almost recovered form her shock at the previous question. "We've kissed…" 'A few dozen times….'
Ayame leaned back in the booth and said, "Well I'm happy for you Sango. Now you're actually dating your date, and he obviously makes you happy. Congrats to you."
Sango smiled at her and sat back. Kagome suddenly ran by the booth, empty glass in hand, and yelled, "And now, it's time for number four!"
Sango and Ayame glanced at each other and laughed. Ayame looked down at her daiquiri and said, "If I'm going to last through the night, I think I'll need something stronger."
Sango looked down at her own club soda. "I think that I need something with some alcohol." She got up out of the booth and walked over to the bar. Kagome giggled and waved at Sango as she walked over away from the bar, another full tequila glass in hand. Sango turned to the bartender and said, "I'll have a whiskey." She looked back at the drunken Kagome and laughed.
The bartender gave her a hesitant look and asked, "You sure about that, Miss? That's some pretty strong stuff."
Sango laughed. "Yeah, don't worry. My friend there has zero alcohol tolerance, as I'm sure you've figured out. Me on the other hand, I can definitely withstand it. In college, I had 20 shots and still managed to drive myself back to my dorm room. I'll be fine." The bartender nodded at her and walked off. Sango turned and looked out at the dance floor.
"A girl like you should be out there dancing instead of watching."
"Yeah, well I'm waiting for someone," she replied to the person. She turned to see who it was and her eyes lit up. She threw her arms around him and yelled, "Miroku!"
Miroku wrapped his arms around her and hugged her close. He let her go and she looked up at him. The bartender brought Sango's drink to her and Miroku decided to tease her. "Ok, how many of those have you had?"
"Shut up!" she replied, easily responding to his tease. "I'm completely sober!"
"Then I have a lot of work to do," he mused. He turned to the bar and ordered a drink for himself. While waiting, he leaned over and kissed Sango, allowing his tongue to twist around with hers. They broke off and Sango shot him a confused glance. He answered her silent question. "I've just wanted to do that ever since you left."
"Well… you could have done it sooner if you had shown up earlier," she teased him.
"Had to make sure you got everyone tipsy, so I could steal you away without them noticing," he responded.
Sango smiled and rested her head on his chest. 'My night just got even better,' she thought to herself.
The couple had then gone over to a secluded booth, safely out of sight of Kagome (A/N: not like that's going to be a huge problem…..) and the bridesmaids. Sango had just huddled close to Miroku and they just sat there, enjoying being close to each other. The sexual tension soon overcame them, and they reacted. As the two continued to kiss one another, Sango suddenly broke it off. "If we're going to do this," she said. "We should go to somewhere a little more private."
"Alright," Miroku agreed. "Come on." They got up out of the booth and Miroku grabbed her hand, leading her to a small room with a couch and a few chairs. As Sango looked around, he closed a curtain concealing them form all the other club-goers. They both set down their drinks and stood in front of each other. Miroku held Sango behind her head and rested a hand on her cheek, as they stood there kissing one another. (A/N: this is either what ya'll have been waiting for or dreading… MAKE-OUT TIME!!)
They broke off and looked into each other's eyes. Miroku's hands moved down the sides of Sango's neck. His feather light touch sent shivers down Sango's back. He slipped his hands underneath her cover shirt and moved the shirt off her shoulders, leaving her with only the tube top and her skirt on. (A/N: no lemon guys… notice the rating….that's as far as it's going to go.)Sango glanced down at her shirt on the ground and grabbed Miroku's hands, which were at his side. She moved them to rest on her hips and let her hands travel up his arms to his chest. Slowly, she unbuttoned his shirt and once she finished, she slid her hands underneath it, resting her hands on his shoulders. She pressed herself to him and he wrapped his arms around her.
They broke off and Sango grabbed his hand, pulling him to the couch. They sat down next to each other, holding their hands together. Sango took her free hand, allowed it to travel up his bare chest up to his cheek, and tilted his head to face her, pulling him into a deep kiss. He wrapped his free arm around her and she fell back onto the couch with him on top of her.
A long cycle of kisses was started and neither seemed to mind. Sango sighed whenever she felt Miroku's tongue push against hers. A few times when she felt him try to go as far as her throat, she would fight back and do the same, but not very often. For now, she let Miroku have his way. She wrapped her arms underneath his shirt, around his bare back and accepted every kiss he gave her.
Miroku soon grew tired of frenching and decided to change his strategy, much to Sango's disappointment. He focused his attention onto her neck, slowly biting it as he made his way down. With each bite, Sango moaned softly, which pleased him greatly. Once he made his way down, he gave her a small kiss on her collar and looked back at her face. She smiled up at him and pulled his lips back down to hers, and stuck her tongue right back into his mouth.
She slowly sat up, but continued kissing Miroku. Once she was fully upright, she broke off the kiss from him. He gave her a disappointed look and asked, "Why'd you stop?"
Sango shivered; his voice had dropped an octave and it made him sound so damn sexy. "OK, one…" She placed a finger on his lips. "I need a drink to finish off my second whiskey there. Two…" She put another finger to his lips. "I'm sure we both could use a breather after that make-out session. And three..." She placed a third finger on his lips and gave him deviant smile, "It's my turn to be on top."
He kissed her three fingers and said, "Alright." They both got up to take large sips from their drinks. Miroku sat back on the couch and watched Sango pick up her shirt from the floor. She set it down in a chair and sat next to Miroku.
"Ready to start again?" she asked smiling.
"It's all up to you," he replied.
Sango flung her arms around his neck and started to kiss hi, allowing their tongues to tangle with one another. Miroku wrapped his arms around her waist and started to rub her back. The back rub set the mood in Sango's mind and she pushed Miroku down on the couch. She laid on top of him, kissing him as though her life depended on it, and it felt as though she couldn't live without him that close to her.
Miroku felt as though he was burning up. As he continued to rub Sango's back and feel her body on top of his, he didn't think it was possible to be anymore in love with her than he was at that moment. He lessened the back rub and started to thread hands through her silky, copper hair.
Sango, who had been enjoying her back rub, fumed silently. 'Hmph. Well, if he wants to change up what he's doing, then so will I.' She broke off the kiss and started to bite down the side of his neck, leaving small red marks down the side, much the same way he did to her. She fingered his collar bone and kissed the center of it. Then she kissed the spot on his chest where she could feel his heart beating. 'Payback for earlier today…' She moved her lips right under his chin and licked it. She felt his hands stagger a bit in her hair and his body stiffened underneath her. She couldn't hide her triumphant smile as she looked into his eyes.
"You're evil, pure evil," he stammered.
"You brought that on yourself," she replied, moving his bangs out of his face. "You shouldn't have done all that stuff back at the hotel. Karma comes back around."
"Still…" he replied, pulling her down to lie on top of his chest. "You need to have a fitting punishment."
She picked her head up from where it had been laying and looked at him. "What do you have in mind?"
He moved his hand underneath her tube top and said, "Oh… I have a few ideas."
She pulled his hand out from under her shirt. "No. We're not going that far. Not yet, anyway." She rolled off from on top of him and stood up in front of the couch and straightened out her shirt. "What time is it?"
Miroku, who had sat up and was rebuttoning his shirt, looked at his watch, and answered, "A little after midnight."
"Midnight?!" Sango replied. "You mean we've been in here for almost an hour? Oh my god… the others are probably wondering where I went. They probably think that I left without telling them." She grabbed her shirt from the chair and quickly put it on. "I'd better go check in with them so they know I'm still here." She rushed out of the room with her empty glass at hand.
Miroku finished buttoning his shirt and thought to himself, 'Damn, even tipsy she's still in a hurry.' He grabbed his own empty glass and walked back into the club, saying out loud, "Oh well…. We'll have our moment soon."
Ayame started to look around the club frantically. She hadn't seen Sango for almost an hour and she was starting to worry. Ayumi came back to the booth and sat down across form Ayame. Ayame looked over at the other girl and asked, "Have you seen Sango around? I haven't seen her for over an hour."
"I thought she was with you," Ayumi replied. "At least that's what all of us thought."
"I hope she didn't leave….." Ayame said trailing off. "She would have at least told us if she was, right?" Ayumi nodded to her in agreement.
Sango zipped by the booth, but stopped, doing a double-take. She walked back over to the girls, waved, and said, "I'll be right back." She quickly ordered a refill from the bar and came back, sitting down in the booth across from the tow girls. She sighed and apologized to them. "I am so sorry! I lost track of time!"
"Where were you?" Ayame demanded. "You weren't here with me, you weren't with Ayumi, Kagome, Yuka, and Eri and we never saw you go up to the bar, so what have you been doing for the past hour? We've been worried sick!"
'Well there goes my excuse to say I was with the other group,' Sango thought to herself. She looked around frantically to find a new excuse. In a mirror on the wall, she noticed a second-floor lounge. She smiled and said, "I was in that lounge upstairs." She pointed behind her in the direction of the lounge.
Ayumi, accepting this excuse, got up from the booth and walked away. Ayame wouldn't be deterred so easily and continued giving Sango an intense look, while the younger woman continued drinking. 'Ayame may be older,' Sango thought. 'But I'm the better liar.'
Ayame broke the silence over them and asked, "Sango what's with the red marks on your neck?"
"What??" Sango exclaimed. She grabbed the sides of her neck to hide them. "Where??"
"On the right side," Ayame answered.
"My right or yours?"
"Yours."
Sango rubbed the right side of her neck. 'Oh crap, that's where Miroku was biting my neck. He bit me harder than I thought.' She stuttered for a minute and replied, "Oh… uh, someone must have hit me upstairs." 'Oh nice excuse Sango….' She berated herself. 'Like hickies can be explained by someone hitting you…'
Ayame, although reluctant, accepted the answer and they both finished off their drinks. The girls got up together and went to the bar again. They came back and drank fro awhile. Suddenly Sango pulled Ayame to her feet. "OK, we are freakin' drunk and we haven't even gone out and danced yet! Let's go live a little!"
For the next half an hour, Sango, Ayame and all the other girls danced to their heart's content. The dance music was just so infectious and all the girls were drawn in. Sango was simply transfixed by the beat, so she didn't notice when the other girls faded away from her. She continued dancing with strangers; that is until someone grabbed one of her wrists. She spun around in a circle and came face-to-face with Miroku. 'Now what's a girl like you doing dancing all alone?" he asked, speaking straight into her ear.
She smiled at him and said, "I'm just waiting for the right dance partner."
The song changed to a more amplified beat and Miroku grabbed her hand, pulling her to the dance floor. They looked straight at each other and Miroku said, "Well, I think you found him."
The beat soon overtook them and they started dancing at a distance from one another, but it soon pushed them up against one another and every dance move became more and more seductive. A crowd began to gather around them, but they took no notice. Their finale was for Miroku to dip Sango over the dance floor and hold her there. The crowd went crazy with cheering all around them.
Sango smiled up at him and he returned the favor. Suddenly a person in the crowd yelled, "Kiss her! Come on, kiss her!" Soon the whole crowd chimed in. In accordance to their wishes, Miroku pulled Sango back to her feet, pressed her to him, and kissed her square on the lips. The crowd burst into cheers. The couple broke off, smiled at the crowd, and walked off the dance floor hand-in-hand.
Miroku led her to a booth on the other side of the club where she had been. They sat down and both took drinks, which Miroku had kindly ordered for them. Their drinks were ignored for the most part, seeing as their lips were occupied with each other.
Sango enjoyed the feeling of her tongue colliding with Miroku's and loved the feeling of his hands threading through her hair. She loved this time; the times when she and Miroku were together and she could definitely tell how much he loved her.
Miroku felt the same. He loved being able to caress Sango as she sat there, kissing him. Sango's tongue was beginning to slow down in his mouth, but eh didn't want her to. They broke off to catch a breather and immediately went back to it.
Ayame, Kagome, Yuka, Eri, and Ayumi watched as the crowd formed on the dance floor. "Wonder what's going on?" Yuka asked.
"Must be some hell of a dance happening," Ayumi replied.
The girls watched the crowd grow larger and start to cheer enthusiastically. Eri looked around and said, "Hey, where'd Sango disappear to?"
"She's probably somewhere in that crowd," Ayame said. "She was almost glued to the dance floor."
The crowd began cheering even more, then they heard someone yell, "Kiss her! Come on, kiss her!"
"Wow…" Ayumi breathed. "It must really be one hell of a dance!"
The crowd erupted into cheers and applause. Yuka replied knowingly, "I think whoever it was kissed 'her'."
The girls laughed and watched as the crowd dispersed. They didn't see Sango though, and looked at each other, worried. "How about you all go sit down and I'll look for her," Eri suggested. The other girls nodded and headed back to their booth.
Eri walked along a row of booths, finding no sign of Sango. She thought for a moment then went along another row, but on the other side of the club. She walked past one booth, stopped and did a double-take, then back-tracked to see if she had dreamed what she saw; she hadn't dreamed it.
Sitting in the booth right there, she saw Sango in lip lock with a guy she couldn't recognize. She turned and ran back to the other girls with a look of awe burned in her face. "What's wrong?" Yuka asked her. "Did you find Sango?" (A/N: ahh… awkward conversation… ;))
Eri sat down and held her head in shock. "Oh, I found her. I wish I hadn't though…"
"Why?" Ayumi asked. "What's she doing?" (A/N: teehee… such innuendo)
Eri looked at them all straight in the eye. "She was kind of busy…." The girls gave her confused glances. "She was freakin' making out with some guy!"
"What?!" all the girls said in unison. They all huddled closely to confer with one another and asked in unison, "With who?!"
"I don't know," Eri answered. "She had her hand over his face, so I never saw."
Ayame looked down at her hands to collect her thoughts. 'She wouldn't cheat on Miroku, would she? The way she talked about him, you'd think that she wouldn't dream of being with anyone else.'
"Ayame?" The woman in question looked up at Yuka. "What's on your mind?"
"Nothing…" Ayame replied with a sigh. "I was just thinking about how we could approach Sango about this."
"Yeah. How could we?" Eri asked.
Kagome, who had been listening attentively (or as attentive as one can be whole hopelessly drunk), suddenly sprang up and proclaimed, "We go up and confront her!!" She hopped out of the booth and said, "But first, it's time for another drink!" She got up and walked, or staggered rather, over to the bar. Eri, Yuka, and Ayumi looked at each other and quickly scampered after Kagome.
Ayame crossed her arms, leaned back against her seat, and thought, 'Poor Miroku! Obviously he really loves Sango and now she's going behind his back and cheating on him! And with complete strangers, no less! Why that… that… that…'
"Whew, I'm so exhausted," Sango said, sitting across from Ayame. Ayame kept her arms crossed and sent a glare over to Sango. Sango looked up at Ayame. "What?"
"How could you do that?" Ayame asked, trying to understand the situation.
"Do what?" Sango asked innocently.
"You are such a slut!" Ayame exclaimed, her anger showing through.
"I'm a what?!" Sango yelled, getting frustrated. What the hell had she done?
"You freakin' cheated on Miroku!" Ayame said angrily. "You're such a slut!"
"What?!?"
"Eri saw you!" Ayame explained. "After that crowd on the dance floor broke up, Eri went to look for you. She found you making-out with some strange guy!" Sango's mouth was wide open in shock, but Ayame continued her lecture. "After all you said about Miroku, how could you cheat on him, and with some stranger you don't even know?"
"what? Wait a minute…" Sango replied, finally grasping the situation. "Ayame, listen to me; I'm not cheating on Miroku." Ayame gave her an unbelieving glance and Sango sighed. "Listen, don't tell Kagome because she'll kill me for this." Ayame finally spared her a glance. "That guy was Miroku."
"What?" Ayame replied in shock; it was her turn to be confused. "You mean he's here? Now?" Sango nodded to her. "How'd he know we were here?"
Sango sighed. "He kind of seduced it out of me. When he acts like that with me, I just can't control myself."
Ayame smiled for the first time in awhile and said, "Yeah, I know the feeling." She scooted over to Sango and asked, "So how are you going to explain it to the others?"
Sango thought for a moment. "Can you play along?"
"I don't know… I'm not that good of a liar."
"I'll explain it," Sango replied. "I'll just say you dared me to do it. Kind of a practical joke on everyone." Ayame nodded in understanding.
"Let me go! Come on! One more!"
Kagome's scream could heard over the music in the club. Ayame and Sango sprang up and ran towards Kagome's voice. Eri, Yuka, and Ayumi had firm grips on Kagome's arms, holding her back from the bar. "No way Kagome! We're cutting you off!" Eri exclaimed.
"What's going on?" Sango asked.
"We're leaving now," Yuka replied. "Kagome's getting way too drunk. If she keeps this up, she'll have a hangover for weeks after the wedding! Let's go!" They started walking Kagome out.
"Oh… um, wait for me!" Sango said. "I left something on the table!" She turned and ran to the back of the club. She stopped right in front of Miroku's booth and sat across form him.
"What's wrong?" he asked, suddenly concerned.
"Nothing," Sango replied. "We're leaving now. That's all."
"Oh," he said. "Well, I'll catch a cab about 10 minutes after you girls."
"OK," Sango replied standing up. "See you later then." She blew a kiss to him, then ran back to the other girls.
The girls got back to the hotel around 1:30 in the morning. They helped Kagome stagger up the stairs (which she had insisted on taking), and at the second floor landing, Sango continued upward alone. She opened her room door and walked in, closing the door behind her.
She turned on the light in the living room, then walked in the bedroom. 'It's been a long time since I had a room to myself.' She pulled off her skirt and slipped on her pajama pants. She pulled off her cover shirt and grabbed her camisole from the dresser drawer. Carefully, she pulled off her tube top, leaving her chest completely bare. Her shirt was inside out, so she began to fix it; that is until she heard a thump behind her.
Her back was to the door, but out of fear, she wrapped her arms around her exposed breasts. She turned to see Miroku standing in the doorway, staring at her in confused amazement. She stared at him in complete embarrassment, then regained her composure… somewhat. "Get out!!!" Miroku covered his eyes and quickly turned around to walk into the living room. Sango quickly whipped her shirt on and leaned against the dresser, trying to calm herself down.
Miroku sat on the couch, still trying to right his thoughts. 'Oh crap. That wasn't supposed to happen.' Honestly, he didn't really see anything; only her bare back, and the only reason he stared was because he wasn't expecting to walk in on Sango changing. 'I thought she'd be finished changing by now. It was a complete accident.' (A/N: for once….)
Sango walked out of the bedroom, fully dressed now, and went behind the counter to the refrigerator. She refused to look at Miroku, yet said to him, "OK, now you can go in the bedroom."
Silently, Miroku walked into the bedroom. He lightly closed the door and thought, 'This is going to be one hell of a night.'
Sango listened as the door closed behind her. Still a little flustered about the fact that Miroku saw her half-naked, she chugged down half of her water. She heard the door open again, and turned back to the bedroom, ready to chew out Miroku for his little peepshow.
Sango clasped her hand over her mouth to keep her self from screaming out in laughter. She couldn't help it; Miroku made her laugh so hard with that story; she couldn't control herself. She laid down on the bed and stayed that way. Miroku didn't seem to mind; he moved over next to her, sitting up cross-legged, allowing himself to finger through her hair.
They hadn't mentioned the 'incident' to each other. Sango had told him about the whole misunderstanding at the club and he had replied by telling her about what happened to someone he worked with. Miroku broke the silence that came over them. "So, I never asked this morning, but did you have another dream?"
"Actually… I did!" Sango replied, still lying down. "I could feel him caress my hip again, but on the other side of my body. Then I could feel him moving my hair around. Finally I felt him start to massage my shoulders. I grunted and then he stopped. After that, I woke up to my leg pains."
Miroku smirked deviantly to himself and asked teasingly, "So dream-guy's starting to escalate?"
Sango giggled at that. She looked at him and said, "Yeah, I guess. Kind of like us though."
He looked down at her, confused, and asked, "What do you mean?"
Sango sat up and turned to face him. "Think about it," she explained. "First we start over. Then you ask me on a date, we kiss, and now we're completely immersing ourselves in each other's lives. You risked Kagome beating you to a bloody pulp, so to crash her bachlorette party in order to spend time with me. You've seen me half-naked---"
"Hey, that was an accident!" Miroku interjected, trying to defend himself.
Sango smirked at him and thought quietly. "Ah crap!" she said in frustration. "now you made me lose my train of thought! I know there was something else, but now I can't remember!"
"I can remember it, Sango," he replied, giving her a playful look. "But it's right on the tip of my tongue."
She smirked back at him. "Well, maybe I can get it off."
Miroku looked at her seductively and stuck his tongue out at her. She leaned over and licked his tongue, sending an amazing sensation through the both of them. "Ah yes…" he breathed, smiling at her. "That was it."
Sango hadn't moved away from Miroku's face and was staring intently in his eyes. His smile slowly became serious, as he leaned into Sango, their lips meeting and staying in a passionate kiss.
They broke off and just sat there looking at each other. Miroku stroked her cheek and asked, "Why do you wear all that make-up? You're beautiful as it is."
Sango started, and jumped off the bed. "Oh god! I never took my make-up off!" She went to the dresser and looked through one of the drawers.
"What's the problem?" Miroku asked, a little confused at the importance of all this.
"Oh please," Sango replied plainly. "I can't sleep in my make-up. It could smear everywhere during the night." She stood up and walked to the bathroom, holding a tissue and a small container of Vaseline.
Miroku spied the Vaseline container and gave Sango a wide-eyed expression. "Um… Sango?" he asked, starting to tease her. "What exactly were you planning on doing this week?" (A/N: Miroku's thinking of the naughty use there…)
"What?" Sango replied, totally oblivious to Miroku's implications. He cocked his head towards to the container and Sango looked down at it. She looked back up at him and groaned. "Ugh! You pervert! I don't know what you think this is for, but it's to take off my mascara!" She walked in the bathroom, amazed at how much of a pervert he could be. (A/N: I know ya'll are probably thinking 'wtf has Kaoli been sniffin?' but it's true. Vaseline makes taking mascara off SOOO much easier. It's weird, but true.)
Miroku laughed at himself and laid down on top of the bed sheets. 'Oops…' he thought. ' I didn't mean to be a pervert, but I did. I've got to learn to filter my thoughts around Sango.'
Sango came back in the bedroom and put the Vaseline back in the drawer. She walked up to her side of the bed, leaned forward, and said, "I knew that you were a perv, but come on! This whole Vaseline ordeal plus the fact that you walked in on me while changing—"
Miroku sat up quickly. "Hey! Not purposely!"
"Fine! Fine!" Sango replied. "If we can't agree on what actually happened, then let's agree that this never did happen. Deal?" She held out her hand to Miroku.
Miroku took his free hand and grasped Sango's and said, "Deal." His eyes got a deviant gleam and he pulled Sango down on the bed. She laid on her side, looking straight in his eyes, as he laid his head in front of her's. He pressed his lips to hers, allowing his tongue to go into her mouth.
Sango, who was still reeling from the shock of Miroku pulling her onto the bed, wasn't expecting to feel Miroku in her mouth. She kissed him back, but she was still in shock. Miroku broke away from her and she gave him a confused glance. "Um… wow. What was that for?"
"Now Sango," he said playfully. "One kiss and you're already in shock? Your punishment's barely begun."
"What exactly am I being punished for?" she asked, suddenly starting to play along.
"You'll see," Miroku replied. He moved on top of her and covered her lips with his own, their tongues intermingling. They continued going, each kiss even more passionate, every touch more intimate, and every break had them breathing harder. Their hearts started beating faster, their pulses raced, and they both felt like they were falling even deeper in love.
Sango broke off and said, "Alright, I think I've been punished enough. I've learned my lesson."
"Oh? So you won't do it again?" he replied smirking at her.
"That depends," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"On what?"
"On the punishment I get next time," she said. She moved her hands down his shoulders to his chest, then pushed him off her. Quickly she readjusted her position to lay on top of him. She kissed him passionately, then broke off into a smile as she gazed down at him.
"Now what'd I do to deserve that?" he asked, a little shocked at their change of positions. "Just so I know when to do it again."
"Now Miroku," she said teasingly, imitating him. "You should know what you've done. Now it's time for you to be punished!" She leaned down and fixed her lips firmly to his.
Miroku did not intend to fight her at all. He wanted her to stay there forever; just laying on top of him and the two of them completely exploring each other's mouths. Sango's fingers danced all across his skin, feeling the definition of each muscle on his chest. Miroku's body tingled under the feel of her touch. He knew he shouldn't, but the mood was set completely and they both felt amazing. Slowly, he started to pull up her shirt.
Immediately, Sango broke off and pulled her shirt back down. "Miroku, how many times have I told you? No! We're not doing this! I mean, come on; we're drunk!"
"What better time than now?" he asked. "Two drunk lovers in a hotel room together; it only makes sense!"
"Miroku, I don't want to do that just because we're drunk," she replied. "If we do it together, I want it to be because the time is right, not because we're under the influence." She rolled off of him and scooted under the covers on her side of the bed. "Anyway, I think the alcohol's starting to wear off of me."
"So I can't touch you at all anymore—" Miroku whined.
"Nope," Sango replied.
"Not even a goodnight kiss?" he asked her pathetically.
"Nope," she replied, turning away from him.
He sighed. "Alright…" he climbed into bed next to her and turned off the light. "Night Sango."
End of Chapter 4!!!
A/N: Oh man…. That was a long chapter!! I hope this will hold ya'll over for awhile. I have a busy summer ahead, and Chapter 5 is the LONGEST chapter of the story! It may be awhile before ya'll see it.
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