Chapter 13

Aftermath

Their heavy breathing hadn't quite stopped yet from the previous events. Their bodies were still coated in a faint, dried sweat that clung to their heated flesh. The hard, uncomfortable flooring of the tent hadn't seemed to bother them this whole time, and they lay there even now, exhausted and shocked and satisfied. The hunger in Miroku's loins that had been nagging there for so long was finally satiated as he lay there on his bare back. And the curiosity of what the act was about, and the temptation of it was satiated in Sango as she lay naked and blushing against her lover's firmly muscled chest.

Miroku's cursed hand lay against her sweaty back, the cloth coating his palm was loosened a bit from rough play, the rosary brushing softly against Sango's skin. She shivered, and buried her nose against his shoulder, sighing heavily, yet peacefully. The place between her legs was throbbing and raw, still tingling from the pleasure she'd been treated to. But she couldn't believe the act they had just committed. Not one bit did it make sense to her why she allowed the monk to do such unholy things to her. But she wouldn't dare say she regret it.

Cautiously, Miroku's rough hands moved Sango's long green skirt up around her thighs. The skin there was soft and pale, more than he could have ever caught a glimpse of while peeking through trees and leaves at her bathing. She had already been stripped of her yukata, her pretty little shirts. Nothing shielded her bosom from him, and yet the monk remained respectful, though his face had grown hot, and his hands had begun to shake with anticipation.

"M-Mirok…u." she hissed his name, stammering and stuttering as her face flooded with a blush as red hot as the sun that had sank down over the horizon by now. She could feel her thighs burning in need of his attention, and her body undergo the most adult and erotic feeling it ever had before. Her heart was pounding, goosebumps appear on her flesh as her hands threaded up through the monk's dark hair, freed from its ties.

The slayer suddenly clenched those pretty brown locks as Miroku parted his robe from his body and she felt something thick and hard brush between her legs. She flinched, squealed, and held his hair tightly as she lay back against the sleeping bags strewn beneath them. It was his heavy breathing in her ear, his soft and reassuring stroking of her legs that calmed her, and readied her body as the monk finally entered her.

Miroku would have spoken, would have said something sly and perverted about her unexpected skills in bed, had he not been so tired. The two of them were silent, chests heaving against each other and their eyes lightly closed. Later, they would sit up and dwell on the fact of the past events, of their long and passionate night of making love, but now, they would sleep. In fact, they were already in the process, almost there, if it hadn't been for the sudden sound of the tent zipper being ripped open.

"Dammit. You let the fire go o-" Inuyasha had begun as his large, clawed hands pulled aside the flap of the tent. One glance inside at the naked, sweaty couple sent the blush splashing like paint across his face all over again. The hanyou turned instantly around, clapping a hand over his eyes and feeling his chest swell with complete and utter shock. Miroku and Sango were…

"For the love of Pete!" He cried out angrily, listening to the two awaken and gasp with embarrassment as they struggled to find their clothes. The hanyou was confused, disgusted, shocked, and oddly intrigued. Sango repeated apologies over and over and he could just imagine that perverted monk just sitting up and smiling naughtily.

"Who's Pete?" A soft, tired voice spoke up. Shippo came waddling over, rubbing his big teal colored eyes. Somehow, Inuyasha managed to dart out a hand and cover the young fox demon's eyes before he could get a peek at the scene inside the girls' tent.

"Heyyy!" Shippo cried out, fighting at Inuyasha's hand. "What's goin' on?"

"Wouldja hurry up and get decent?!" The hanyou snapped back at the couple he'd just discovered, holding a hand over Shippo's wide, confused eyes and his other hand covering his own blushing face.

"Decent?" the kitsune repeated, confused and blinded now.

With a huffy sigh and a loud grumble, Inuyasha swept up little Shippo, and proceeded to carry the innocent lad away from the steamy tent. Had everyone got their taste of first sexual experience last night or something? The hanyou was red in the face all over again, trying to keep the kitsune still on his shoulders as he walked away towards the fire that had been put out sometime the night before. He prodded lamely at it, nose still wrinkled from his first reaction to seeing his two companions laying bare together underneath their sleeping bags.

Before Shippo could ask many more questions, Sango had burst out from the tent, a flustered look plastered on her pretty features and her shirts and skirt thrown on rushed and careless. She looked so confused and shaken, and guilty and embarrassed and so many more emotions that even she couldn't comprehend.

"I-I'm sorry. W-We-" She tried to explain, but there were no words that really could. In fact, there was no explanation needed. Inuyasha had seen enough, and the sight of it was engraved into his head, as if drunken, naughty memories from last night weren't enough.

Normally, Miroku could come up with something to cover this up, but this particular morning, his mind was blank. Perhaps he was still stuck on the fact that he had deflowered the girl he'd constantly been asking to bear his child. What could he possibly say to hide something so obvious?

For the longest time, the four of them were silent. The three older ones of the Inu tachi were stiff, blushing, while Shippo simply grumbled and tried to wake up some more. They were completely quiet even as the sound of Kagome's footsteps tread across the sand. Kirara followed close behind, having been sent some time before to go get the miko, since the walk to the beach was not one of the shortest.

There were no words to explain what had just gone on between the two couples as they sat wordlessly around the fire. Kagome didn't need to know what had just happened between the slayer and monk, too wound up in the worrisome thoughts of her and Inuyasha. Maybe they hadn't completely done it, but they'd slipped up at least a little, gone farther than they ever had before, and gotten so close to acting making love that it was… frightening.

The frown on her mouth was obvious to the rest of them, and somehow, Sango managed to gather some of her confidence and ask kindly if her friend was okay. Kagome hadn't budged, hadn't let slip how she had gotten drunk and woman up shirtless underneath a very hungover and half naked hanyou. And neither did Sango or Miroku utter a word about their romp inside the tent.

For now, the gang sat there with red faces and motionless lips, prodding at the flaming embers of the fire that Kirara had helped light up again. The silence was deafening, and awkward, but each one of them knew if they spoke, it would only make it that much more awkward. Maybe, after the shock of the night's events wore off, they could get back to business, start working on why this journey had started in the first place, collecting jewel shards. But right now, all six members of the inu tachi were far too stiff and confused to move.

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'Kayy. This chapter was a little shorter, and not much went on, but at least it was a lil humorous, right? Next chappie will give some excitement for you guys, and just let me thank you for still sticking with me. I know I updated really fast, so maybe I'm just making up for the EVER I took to start this story back up again. Rawr. So, you guys, PLEASE reveiwww. I know I sound like a naggy maggy, but I wanna know if you guys are still reading! XD

GoingGhost- Aw, thank you! I know, I stayed away FAR too long.

little-miss-inu- AHHH! I'm so glad you're still readinggg. Peehee. Much love to you too!

Light Up The Sky- Hahaha! Oh wow. See, I knew some of you would get frustrattedd. No lemon. Not yet. Well...there was slight lemon in this chapter with Sango and Miroku. Bet they had fun last night.