Declaimer: I don't own Inuyasha

CHAPTER 5 – THE MORNING AFTER

Needless to say, the night went by very slowly for Miroku. He really hoped Sango wouldn't do anything too harsh to his precious baby. It was a classic with newly done paint job and leather seats and everything!

''Well, maybe you should have thought about that before you decided to molest Sango against the wall'' a little voice whispered somewhere in the deepest corners of his mind.

True.

He had to admit that wasn't one of his best moments. But he couldn't really help it. Seeing her there, looking so beautiful with her shining eyes and long thick hair…it was a whole miracle they didn't do it right there and then.

When he had seen Sango in that bridal shop for a second he had thought that she really was getting married. The feelings that thought had brought up in him were like nothing he had ever felt before. He still had trouble naming some of them. There was jealousy, of course, but he figured that was understandable under the circumstances (those being that he, too, wanted to get close and personal with Sango…at least that was what he was telling himself lately) but there were other – stronger – emotions that he honestly couldn't even begin to sort out. And after spending the whole day trying to do just that he decided to call his best friend Inuyasha and see if he wanted to go out for a little fun.

Translation: Miroku wanted to get drunk in hopes of forgetting his current problem and needed some company.

Of course, Inuyasha couldn't really enjoy the beauty of it all because he was engaged to – according to his own words – the most wonderful girl in the whole wide world.

Inuyasha called it love. Miroku called it being whipped.

Still, after half an hour of grumbling, Inuyasha agreed to accompany him and dutifully listened to Miroku pouring his heart out about some woman who was supposedly getting married and that for some strange reason was upsetting him (even though he claimed not to have any kind of feelings towards her).

Miroku called it the truth. Inuyasha called it bullshit.

And it was during the course of this very productive conversation that Miroku found out Kagome's best friend and maid of honor's name was Sango…

But it was a few hours later after his head had cleared a little that the meaning of Inuyasha' s words finally settled in his foggy mind and he managed to connect the dots. That's when he somehow ended up on Sango's doorstep. Honestly, even he didn't know why he had gone there and what he was going to say to her because the moment his eyes landed on her every coherent thought left in his mind flew out the window.

The next thing he could clearly remember was being pressed against Sango in the most delicious way. Everything after that was, as they say, history. A very painful one.

And here Miroku sat alone in his apartment having a nervous breakdown while imagining all the horrors his baby would go through. After all, he knew better than anyone what pissed off women were capable of.

Well, it wasn't like it was his fault. If anything it was Sango's for being so irresistible. And beautiful. And totally fucklable. And lovable…wait…what?

Oh, no. No, no, no! No, it wasn't possible. He wasn't…he didn't…no, just no.

Suddenly his heart started beating faster. His eyes widened as a thought passed through his still slightly fuzzy mind. Was he falling in love with her?

"No, I'm not, I. Am. Not!" his mind screamed but his newly-awaken heart didn't agree.

For the time being he was going to ignore it. Yeah, that was a very wise decision. And with that out of the way Miroku promptly passed out.

The next day at work was…well, awkward didn't even begin to cover it. Sango had been ignoring him every time he had foolishly made an attempt to find out the fate of his vehicle and what's worse – she didn't once threaten him or try to hit him, even when he got right in front of her in order to gather her attention. In fact she completely ignored his existence.

It was very disturbing how much that bothered him.

At the end of the day Miroku had had enough. After saying goodbye to his uncle who was heading home and quickly coming up with a lie as to why he was staying behind (although he was pretty sure his uncle didn't believe a word of that), he headed towards Sango's office just in time to see her preparing to leave as well.

"Sango, we have to talk." he said, stepping into the room without waiting for permission and closing the door behind him.

Clearly startled, the young woman gasped quietly and quickly looked up only to lock eyes with Miroku's purple orbs.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, not having expected to find anyone still in the building at this time of the evening.

"I told you we need to talk."

"Well, I have nothing to say to you so if you'll excuse me…"

But she didn't get to finish because Miroku had walked tight up to her and smashed his lips against hers.

Poor Miroku was more than confused. First he had intended to just talk to Sango and apologize for his behavior the other night. Then he had seen her in her tight pencil skirt and black heals, and that blouse…any thoughts about talking this out flew out the window very quickly. Then he had wanted to just push her against something (any flat surface would have done at this point) and show her what it meant to have a very good time with Miroku.

And now he was kissing her like she was his long-lost lover…or something as equally troublesome.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" a little voice screamed in the back of his head but was completely ignored.

He couldn't focus on anything else except the feel of Sango's soft sweet lips moving so sensually against his. Running his tongue along her bottom lip hesitantly, he hoped with all his being that she wouldn't deny him. To his immense relief she didn't. Sliding his tongue inside Sango's mouth, he quickly discovered her unique taste to be very addicting.

That little voice in the back of his head had gone completely silent and Miroku found himself wondering if he should be worried about it…but then Sango ran her hands along the hard planes of his chest and all thoughts were once again focused only on her. Wrapping both his arms around her, he pulled her as close as humanly possible, deepening the kiss. Sango's hands moved from his chest to his back, then lower…and lower…and lower, leaving a burning trail in their way, until they were resting lightly on his bottom.

"If only this could last forever…"

However, the need for air chose that exact moment to make itself known, forcing them to part, even though all they wanted right then was to hold on tight and never let go.

Slowly opening his eyes, Miroku locked his smothering gazed with Sango's grazed one. Oh, God, she was so beautiful with her flushed cheeks and swollen lips – swollen from his kisses – and her long and thick and so very soft hair. But most of all her eyes stood out. He had never seen such deep, expressive eyes, the colour of the warmest chocolate.

"How can you not fall in love with such beauty?"

The thought came unexpectedly but strangely enough it didn't bring him panic or fear, nor didhe feel the need to run away, as he always did when the thoughts about marriage and settling down…and love came knocking on his mental door.

Why would he ever want to run away from this goddess in his arms? Why would he want to let her go when it was so easy to hold her like this…like they were meant to fit with each other?

Why should he fear this…whatever it was that he had been feeling almost since the moment he had met her? And on that note, what was it that he was feeling? It was warm and nice and it made him want to smile and laugh all the time. It made his heart beat so fast like it was going to burst right out of his chest…and into the hands of the woman currently wrapped in his embrace as if she belonged there.

"You love her…" the voice was back with a vengeance but this time he didn't ignore it.

Was it possible? Could he have fallen in love with this gorgeous woman in the short time they had known each other? Was he even capable of such feelings?

"You love her."

"I do?"

"You love her."

"I…I do…"

Closing his eyes briefly Miroku allowed the truth to float in his head for a second.

"I love her. I love her!"

"I LOVE SANGO!"

It definitely had a nice ring to it…but maybe he shouldn't have said it out loud yet…

He was so screwed…and not in the good way, either…