Sometimes, Sango marvelled at the fact that she had yet to commit murder.
Feeling an arm wrap around her waist, she looked up into her boyfriends laughing eyes.
"Come on Sango, it was an accident, I swear!"
"Oh, right, you slapping my butt for the fifth time today was an accident. Again. Okay."
Cradling his red and quite sore cheek, Miroku grinned. "Glad we finally have an understanding!"
She could feel her heart pounding, unwillingly, at the look of his smile.
"... I hate you."
"I love you too, Sango."