Written for a meme challenge as a request for Knittingknots. She asked for a Miroku/Sango Piece, post manga. This is a continuation of 'Confession Is Good For The Soul".
"Thank you, husband." Sango gratefully accepted a cup of tea from Miroku. It had been a long but pleasant day. Their family had spent the day with Inuyasha and Kagome. Everyone was excited about her return and the day was spent just enjoying each other's company once again.
The fire crackled as the couple enjoyed the silence that finally surrounded them. With the children bathed and sleeping, Sango could finally relax and revel in the uninterrupted moment. Those moments were few and far between and Sango had learned to treasure them. She couldn't help but replay the day's events in her head. Sango sat lost in thought, not realizing how far gone she was until Miroku's voice penetrated her reverie.
"A penny for your thoughts, dearest Sango?"
Sango continued to watch the flames dance, frowning slightly. She hadn't been aware that her musings were apparent. Sango wondered if she dared to broach her question to her husband. Finally, she figured, what was the harm in asking?
"I was just wondering what you and Inuyasha talked about today?"
Miroku gave a sly grin. "And what makes you think we spoke of anything of significance?"
Sango returned her husband's sly grin. "Your solemn faces. I only saw that look when you and he would disappear to talk before Kagome returned."
Watching his wife through hooded lashes, Miroku considered his answer. "Sometimes there are things we as men discuss privately." Clasping his wife's free hand, Miroku placed a gentle kiss on her palm. "Besides, you know Inuyasha. He keeps his feelings close so when he shares, I have to respect the trust."
Sango looked pleadingly into his deep blue eyes. "Now, Miroku, you know I won't share what you tell me." She then looked down coquettishly. "After all, I am your wife."
Miroku took the now cooling cup of tea from Sango. With his most serious face, he looked deep into Sango's chocolate orbs. "Dearest, you know Inuyasha is a honorable and loyal man. I could be no less with his confidences."
Sango bowed her head and sighed. "You are right. He would never come around if he thought I knew."
Miroku smiled. "True." Reaching down, he took Sango's other hand and pulled her close. "Besides, what would you do if he knew about that delicious mewling sound you make when I did this?" He planted kisses along Sango's neck, trailing downward until he reached her collarbone. A blush burned across her face as the sound crossed her lips.
"Miroku! You wouldn't?" Her face held shock and contrition.
Miroku gave Sango an innocent face. "And what would you do if Inuyasha knew how you melted when I do this?" He pulled Sango against him, molding her body perfectly against his and planting a searing kiss upon her lips. He felt Sango sag against him and smiled as her blush deepened. Still holding her close, Miroku whispered in her ear.
"And what would you do if Inuyasha knew you called me 'houshi-sama' when you reached completion?"
Sango pushed away from Miroku, her face beet red. "You've made your point, Monk!"
Her words sounded angry but Sango's tone belied her amusement. Clasping her hands again, Miroku helped her stand. Pulling Sango close again, he planted a chaste kiss on her lips. Brushing the hair from her face, Miroku gave Sango his most lecherous glare.
"Why don't we retire for the night? I love it when you whisper "houshi-sama' in my ear."