Chapter 8

Giving in to Temptation

Shippo's little hands beat fiercely at the flames of the fire. He danced around it like some kind of Indian, patting furiously and squealing out the monk and slayer's names. They wouldn't budge a bit from their position, standing there, arms locked around each other, the soft sound of kisses in the air.

Without Inuyasha or Kagome around to put a hand over his eager teal eyes, he saw it all. Not even Shippo's innocence could stop them. His shouts, the flicker of bright orange flames engulfing the crisp eggs that Sango had been cooking, couldn't reach them now. Nothing at all could break them apart from what they had already started. Forget those searching demon eyes somewhere in the forest surrounding them. Forget the eggs. Forget everything.

"Sango!" The kitsune shouted, scrambling over to the entwined two, struggling to climb up their legs. "Mi…ro…KU!" He called, wedging himself between them and pushed the two away with his back against the slayer's chest and his little fox feet pushing on the monk's chest.

Sango's pretty brown eyes snapped wide as she came to her senses and the smell of burning eggs teased at her nose. She whipped away from Miroku, cheeks flaming as red as the fire as she pulled the steaming, egg flaming pan from the fire and into the grass where it sizzled pitifully.

When the fire was put out and the burnt eggs were cooled and the slayer's heart calmed just a bit, she turned back to the disappointed, and even disgusted fox demon.

"Sorry, Shippo. It looks like you won't be having eggs."

He looked like he had just been slapped in the face. He must have been very hungry, since Sango really wasn't that good of a cook, having been raised as a demon slayer, never taught anything of being a housewife.

"I really am sorry. Here, do you want chips? I think…it's all we have left for right now." she tried to offer kindly one of the new and odd foods Kagome had brought back from her time awhile ago. "I'm sure Kagome will bring more food with her when she comes back."

Sango moved over to the tent to grab the colorful plastic bag and handed to the kit with still shaking hands. She was still shocked by her own actions, and embarrassed beyond words, and shameful for letting poor Shippo's eggs burn. But nothing could top that kiss.

"Mmmm." He muttered, looking down at the chips in his hands. "It's okay I guess. It's late anyways, I think I'll just have these and turn in."

"Good boy." Miroku commented, finally breaking his deathly silence and bending down to pat the little boy's tuft of orange bangs. He was given an evil glare, as if it was really the monk's fault that his dinner got ruined, which it probably was in some way or another.

He waited eagerly as Shippo made his way across to the girl's tent. His jaw was clenching and unclenching, his heart hammering. The kit was taking too long to get out of sight. When the coast was just finally clear, the monk saw a flash of Sango's pink and white Yukata as she passed by in a rush.

"S-Sango!" He called out to her, hand resting on her shoulder as he tried to stop her. "I'm going to be all alone tonight in that tent." Like he couldn't handle the coldness of Inuyasha not being there next to him. The letch was always at it.

"I think you'll survive." Sango replied, trying to fight the smile from her lips. How could she deny him after a kiss like that?

"It's cold…"

"Kagome left something called an electric blanket here. It can warm up. You can use that tonight." She offered, shrugging the monk's hand from her shoulder to slowly wiggle halfway inside the girl's tent. Sango offered a small smile to Shippo, who must have gotten through that bag of chips in a flash and was now curled snug inside his sleeping bag. The slayer took up the blanket, that wasn't very big at all, and back out of the tent again. Her eyes narrowed meanly to see Miroku's eyes raise quickly from where they had been staring up her upturned backside. She stormed angrily past him again and into the tent he would be sleeping in.

Maybe it was possible that he was smitten for her, and maybe it was possible that she was also smitten for him. The pervert, the lecherous monk that had been chasing her all these years for what she thought only reason, for her to bear his children, or rather, the technique it took to produce such things.

"Slow down. Are you in a hurry just to go sleep?" Miroku asked on a soft tone, sitting in one corner of the tent. Sango jerked up from where she was leaned over, trying to get the electric blanket to work. He smiled, catching her brown eyes with his own bright blue ones. His hand was over hers in a second, bringing her close again.

"Miroku, please…" The taijiya pleaded helplessly, almost letting herself go to him without a fight. She couldn't possibly be mad at him, because really, she wanted more as well. It had been too long since they had touched or kissed like that. It was addictive, and undeniable. It was hard to care about the watchful demons anymore, or about how horribly it would mess up their future and complicate things.

"shhh…" he hushed her quietly, bringing her closer until he had filled all the space between them. On their knees, in the middle of a tiny, cold tent. Sango couldn't back away from the sensation of his eyes marveling over her, infatuated, or, now, the warm touch of his lips. She had been raised to never do such things. Not to love. Not to kiss. Only fight.

His hands moved through her hair, letting it escape from the pink ribbon that held it loosely together. Her brunette locks flew free, her pale hands clinging softly to his broad shoulders. The taijiya felt herself tremble in his embrace. She was lost now, the teachings of her father numbed in her brain. She couldn't hear her own thoughts, telling her not to do this. All she could hear was Miroku's breath on her lips when he pulled away, and the beating of their hearts.

"Sango…won't you give in to me?" He almost pleaded, hands roaming. Sango gasped quietly at the feel of his palm sliding down her back with applied pressure. He leaned forward, lips crashing over hers as he massaged her skin beneath the Yukata she wore. It felt so good, when she knew it shouldn't. Before she knew it, Miroku had her lying down on the warm electric blanket she had just laid out for him.

"Oh…" She murmured at the feel of the monk's roaming fingers, tugging at her clothing. She felt herself shudder and her entire face flush a deep red. What was he up to now?

"Miroku…oh Kami, Miroku, I just can't…"

She sat up quickly, straight and stiff as a board.

He looked disappointed, a look she hated to receive from him. That face sagging in defeat, those blue eyes losing their spark. She sighed heavily, looking away in shame. She couldn't slap him. It just wasn't appropriate. Then again, neither was what he wanted from her, an unmarried virgin slayer.

Motionless silence…

And then she wasn't quite sure how to react when his hands came up to loosen the folds of her Yukata. She was paralyzed under his touch. One hand was on her cheek, his lips against her neck, kissing her softly as he tried to pry her from her shy state. Seduction. She hated to say it was working.

"I…love…you" he whispered into her ear, so quiet that she could barely hear it. It even took her awhile to realize what he had said. And when she finally did, she was stunned.

"It's ok…to do this.." He tried to assure her, lips pulling back from her neck so he could look into her eyes. She looked on the verge of tears. Shaking. Nervous. Confused and inexperienced.

But this was so unexpected. To think, Sango had merely come into his tent to set up the warm blanket for him because he had complained about it being cold. Had it been a ploy just to lock her inside, corner her, right where he wanted her?

"Don't make me sleep alone tonight, my love." Miroku pleaded, slowly kissing her lips again.

"S-Stop it!"

Sango pulled from his sensual, heated, wonderfully romantic embrace. She stood quickly, stumbling, tripping over her own feet as she tried to move out of the tent. She struggled with the zipper, fingers shaking terribly. It was only when she turned slightly to glance back at the monk that she stopped. She saw how he kneeled there, eyes blank and filled with defeat and loss. His shoulders sagged, his entire body still.

"Oh don't you pull that. Hentai. I know what you want." she snorted, furrowing her brows at him as he turned to her with a pitiful stare

"Can you blame me? Sango…" his hand reached up to find hers, rubbing her palm softly with his thumb. "I want you. I don't want any other."

"Liar!" She almost shouted "You're always after any pretty village girl we pass by!"

"No. I don't care about any of them. I only have eyes for you, if you would only have me."

The slayers tore her hand away from his, ready to slap him any moment now. Suddenly, her features froze, her eyes moving between his, and her tight lipped sneer loosened into a smile. She laughed a little, solemnly, sinking to her knees on the tent floor. She shook her head.

"Look at us. We sound like we did all that time ago." She muttered between chuckles. "We sound like nothing ever happened between us… haven't we already gone through all this before?"

Oh but they had. They had done so much with each other. They had loved, kissed, spilt their secrets and feelings to each other. They had done everything but make love or share a child, like Miroku wished to. Sango, stubborn and innocent, just wouldn't dare. She could feel the monk's love and passion for her nearly radiating off him. But still.

"Miroku, I can't. I don't even know how. It's not a good idea. Shippo is just beside us in the next tent and-"

The Houshi caught her lips in mid-sentence with his own. This was his ideal way of silencing her, and it worked. He worked his hand slowly between the folds of her Yukata. A small gasp tore from Sango's lips, but she didn't end the kiss. Her head felt clouded whenever she would kiss him. She couldn't think straight, blinded by the touch of his lips and hands. She knew she wanted this as much as he did. She was just too scared to go through with it. And right now, she was giving into the temptation.

Miroku's lips met with her neck, his teeth teasing her flesh. Dragging her into his trap, he sucked and kissed her skin lovingly, listening to the little noises she made in reply. Her hands gripped at his shoulders and hair until the little band that held his dark hair up came undone. His locks were let loose, hanging and bouncing down right about his shoulders. Sango couldn't remember the last time she had seen him without his hair up. She had to admit, he looked so much more handsome when he wasn't weighed down with the appearance of a normal monk.

Slowly, she pulled back, eyes staring deep into his. She was lost in those blue irises, and had given in to his pleading for her. She kept silent when Miroku began to undo her Yukata, and shrug one half of it down over her shoulder. She felt her heart hammer almost painfully. She had never done anything like this before.

When the breeze from the open tent mouth brushed across her exposed flesh, she shivered. The Houshi wrapped her in his embrace once more as he slowly continued to maneuver the Yukata from her torso. And in return, almost absentmindedly as Miroku started to kiss her neck again, Sango untied his robe. Nervously, her fingers roamed the plate of muscles that served as his chest. This was too new to her.

Carefully, the monk laid her down on the warm cloud of blankets that was spread beneath them. His hands moved over her bare stomach, flat and cold, and covered in a thin layer of heated sweat. His robe hanging open, he leaned over her, and tossed aside the rest of her Yukata. Slowly, he made a move for her long green skirt and…

"Oh! Oh, Kami…Miroku!"

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haydenlover19- awwwww that's adorable. ily. spank you for that. I do try, really, i do, but i must admit i've been getting a little discombobulated by all that's happening.

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BlackParade- ARTIST? and how come i have not seen any drawings from you HMMMM????? jk. You don't have to if you don't want to. But anyways thanks for the review. :D

little-miss-inu - haha much mischief, my friend, as usual. (and unfortunatly i haven't caught up too well in the work, that's why this chapter took so long to come up --) ily thanks!

angelqt1231 - yes life is quite unfair. especially to our dear inu friend and that miko, oh that the monk and slayer too. Sheesh. They never get a break.

Interruption- REALLY? i didn't notice jkjk

pockymockery- uhhh isn't 3 a week GOOD? Anyway, as i said before, i'm really busy in real life. it's only getting harder too so if you could just bear with me PLEASE?

Anyway, sorry for taking so long, and i hope you enjoyed this chapter. But damn. only 7 reviews? alright alright maybe i'm being a bit picky and demanding so nevermind. But still, it seems like i've lost a few people. -- ...anyways. I love you all and thanks for your input on it! I'll be making another chapter right away! PARTY TIME!