-The Seventy-First Floor-
At approximately 8:55 in the morning, the NYPD put out an arrest warrant for Aku Onigumo, A.K.A. Nara Ku, for fourteen counts of money laundering, four counts of assault, one count of murder, and three counts of grand theft, the evidence for which was found in his abandoned restaurant and apartment. Detective Seikai, lead detective for the organized crime division, headed up the sting operation. Though they searched for clues of Aku Onigumo's whereabouts, the mobster was nowhere to be found, and a third police officer was assigned to watch Rin and Maru until he was arrested. Detective Seikai called Maru around nine o'clock, informing him that they had found evidence against Onigumo, but not Onigumo himself. Rin, of course, was ready to break her laptop knowing that Onigumo was still out in the streets, but after Maru handed her the cell phone, Seikai assured Rin that they would find him very soon.
When it was time to head out for lunch with Yasha and his wife, the security guards in the main lobby, in addition to the two police officers keeping watch, had their eyes peeled for signs of any trouble from the suits in the lobby, all on their way to grab some midday grub. Maru and Rin slid into the stretch limousine and had just settled in their seats when Yasha spoke up, not wasting any time with formalities.
"What's going on, Maru? Myouga tells me that you've had trouble with the mob," Yasha burst out, gesturing wildly to the limo driver just now getting into the front seat. Kagome put a hand on his arm, forcing him to sit back against the seat.
"Mouuu! Yasha, your temper will get the better of you someday!" Her half-angry glare turned into a smile very quickly, though. "It's a good thing I'm here to make sure you heel," Kagome laughed out, trying to lighten the mood. "I'm sure Maru will explain everything to you, but you don't have to yell." Yasha made a pouty face, his cheeks lightly tinged with red.
"I told you not to say anything about that!" Yasha grumbled, which got one of Maru's eyebrows to shoot upwards in curiosity. Kagome smiled, rubbing her fingers over the nape of Yasha's neck, which got Yasha squirming in his seat... And not from being shy, if Rin's guess was right. Maru was about to say something when Kagome spoke,
"If you don't mind, Maru, we're going to pick up my grandfather for lunch. I haven't seen him for a few months, and I'd like to visit with him. He's a very nice person, I assure you." Duly distracted from Yasha's vague comment, Maru merely nodded. Feeling Rin's hand slip into his, it was Maru's turn to feel a bit uncomfortable in front of his brother. Of course, Yasha didn't miss the subtle display of affection, and smirked at his older brother. Maru cleared his throat.
"Onigumo has made threats upon my safety due to the fact that I'm dating his ex-girlfriend. When he first began stalking us, Detective Seikai came in, tapping our phones and keeping police surveillance on our place of business and home. It was only a matter of time before Onigumo let something slip that would give Seikai an excuse to search his property." Yasha and Kagome had immediately looked at Rin when Maru said "ex-girlfriend," and obviously wanted to know why Rin had been dating a mobster. They were about to be disappointed. "After that, the details are none of your business, Yasha."
Yasha was obviously about to argue the point when they pulled over in front of another office building, which contained a television station for the New York area. Myouga hopped out and ran around to the curbside door, opening it for an old man with a cane. He had a small, pointed beard, a trimmed moustache, and was sporting quite an expensive Armani suit. With some help from Yasha and Maru, the old man finally made it into the limousine, sitting down with a huff.
"Good morning, grandfather!" Kagome happily gushed, leaning across Yasha to hug the old man. Rin noted with amusement that Yasha's cheeks blushed a bit when the left side Kagome's chest was pressed to his shoulder as Kagome embraced her grandfather. The old man returned the hug, "hoho"-ing like all old men should.
"It's good to see you, Kagome! Is this brat of a grandson-in-law treating you well?" he asked. Kagome merely giggled, but Yasha shot him a dirty look. Maru was obviously trying to hide a smile. Rin wasn't even trying, and was close to laughing as she rubbed her thumb over Maru's hand.
"Jii-chan! Yasha is the perfect husband! You have nothing to worry about," Kagome laughed out, earning a wheezing guffaw from Jii-chan. He rapped his cane on the roof of the limousine, telling Myouga to drive them to the restaurant.
"We need a girl to do a quick commercial for the TV station, Kagome. I told them that my granddaughter would be perfect! Actress material!" Jii-chan shouted, his wheezy voice "hoho"-ing after every single sentence. Maru had an odd look on his face: half-incredulity and half-amusement. Rin just out and out laughed. Yasha gave the two financial analysts a glare, and Kagome's mouth twisted in frustration.
"Jii-chan! How many times do I have to tell you to stop finding jobs for me? I'm perfectly happy teaching! I quit acting when I was in tenth grade! Mouuu! Always interfering!" Kagome crossed her arms and huffed, leaning into Yasha's shoulder. Her grandfather merely spluttered, waving his cane around in an attempt to look important.
"What's wrong with a little side job? I remember you liked acting! You never should have quit!" Jii-chan said, smacking the bottom of his cane on the floor of the limousine. He came close to hitting Maru's foot, so Maru moved his feet away from the old man's reach, which pressed his thigh tightly against Rin's.
"Acting had no future, Jii-chan! I really wasn't that good, and I like teaching more, anyway! Oh, boy...how many times are we going to discuss this?" Kagome complained. Her grandfather seemed to settle down and drop the subject. It was then that Yasha remembered what he wanted to ask Maru.
"Don't think for a second that you can drop this whole matter, Maru. Why was Rin dating someone like that?" Yasha quite calmly said, having crossed his arms and looking as downtrodden as Kagome. Rin's smile wavered, and she answered before Maru could.
"It was back in college when I barely knew him, Yasha. We went out for a few months, then broke it off." Rin obviously left out the gruesome details, but it was for Kagome and her grandfather's sakes. "He just seems to have a problem letting go." Yasha made a sort of angry noise, but then said,
"I'll say. If you or Maru need a place to stay, Kagome and I have room." Kagome smiled at his generosity, and Jii-chan just sat there with a stumped look on his face, which showed he was not happy with being the outsider to the conversation. Maru bristled a bit under the offer for assistance, but the thumb brushing against his hand was enough to keep him from biting out a mean remark. He nodded, turning to look out the window.
-The Parking Garage, 5:00pm-
After the officer escorted them to Maru's Corolla, he made sure they were in the car before leaving to head back to the police station. Inside, Rin set her purse down on the floor of the passenger side, locking her door. Maru was about to start the car when Rin said,
"I'm sorry, Maru, for getting you involved in this." Her voice sounded so humble that Maru took his hand from the ignition and turned her face up to him. He could see the tears shimmering in her eyes, and brought his mouth close to hers.
"Don't apologize for him," Maru fervently said. Rin's hands were clutching the armrest, finding it hard to keep from breaking down once again. The scene of how Maru looked above her when they first made love flashed into Rin's mind, and she pushed away the helplessness she was feeling. I have the man of my dreams with me...I'm not so helpless as I think. She took a deep breath and let it out, blinking away the excess moisture.
"Thanks." Leaning up, she pressed her lips against his. At first, Rin gently moved her mouth over his, sliding her tongue out to trace the seam of his lips. Then, Maru slid his hand to the back of her head, deepening the kiss. He lifted one hand to grip her right arm, pulling her closer. Plundering Rin's mouth for the sweet treasure inside, Maru held her mouth against his, forcing it wide open with his thumb on her chin to let his tongue dip inside. The kiss only lasted perhaps a minute at the most, but both were breathing as if it had lasted for ten. Ending their passionate little interlude, Maru leaned back slightly to get his senses away from the perfume she wore, which was making him delirious. Noticing the redness in her lips, and brushing his thumb over the bottom one, Sesshoumaru gave a short laugh.
"As much as I'd love to have you crawl over here and straddle my lap, we had better get out of this parking garage," he said, smiling softly. Rin blushed brightly and smiled, agreeing that they should leave, and turned to put her seatbelt on. When the window suddenly broke next to her, Rin screamed in fright, covering her face from the spraying glass. Maru jerked in his seat, reaching with his left hand to grab Rin's arm. He turned the key as someone's arm reached in to unlock Rin's door. Rin punched at the arm, but the man outside was persistent. The ignition turned over, and Maru put the car into reverse. The man was trying to open the door, but Rin was holding onto the door handle and punching the stomach in front of her through the broken window. Flooring it, Maru peeled out of the parking space, and that's when Rin heard the gunshots.
"Oh, God!" Ducking her head, all Rin could do was stop herself from screaming. She bit down hard on her lip, covering her head, and was vaguely aware that her hair had glass shards in it. Maru quite roughly threw the car into drive, squealing out of the parking garage and into the street, almost hitting a taxicab driving by in the nearest lane. The cab driver, of course, honked his horn and leaned out of the window to throw a few cuss words at Maru, but Maru just kept driving, taking the woman he loved away from danger. After they were eight blocks from the parking garage, Maru felt it safe to take out his cell phone, and dialed Seikai's number. Seikai's office phone didn't pick up, though, so he tried Seikai's beeper. Setting his cell phone in the cup holder for when Seikai returned his phone call, Maru looked to Rin and saw her still doubled over. Suddenly afraid that she had been shot, he pulled over in front of a Nantrak station.
"Rin! Rin, are you all right? Are you hurt?" Pulling her up to a sitting position, he didn't see blood anywhere on her clothing, but her bottom lip was bleeding. Either it had been glass, or Rin had been so afraid that she had punctured her own lip with her teeth. Reaching to the backseat, he pulled a few tissues out of a box, bringing them up to dab at the blood oozing from Rin's lip. A few tears had made tracks on her face, but she wasn't nearly as shaken up as he might have thought. "Rin...please say something," he demanded, holding her jaw in one hand. She seemed to choke on a sob, but instead of a sad face, she suddenly smiled cheerfully at him and threw her arms around his shoulders.
"You saved me, Maru! Thank you! Thank you..." Rin praised, squeezing him tightly. He rubbed his hand over her spine, whispering comforting words to her. Thanking the powers that be for the attacker's bad aim with a gun, he held her tighter to him, ignoring the old lady that was sitting on the steps of the station and throwing breadcrumbs at the pigeons. He released her from his hold, brushing the glass shards out of her hair and off of the seat. She put her seatbelt on properly, holding a tissue to her injured lip.
"We'll go to the police station to make a report, and then I should take my car to a shop to get that window fixed," Maru decided, putting the car into drive again. Rin nodded, gently touching the tip of her finger to her lip. They drove in silence to the police station seven blocks further away from the Nantrak station, both lost in their own thoughts. Maru is going to too much trouble for me. Am I a huge weight on him? I bet he wishes that he had never met me. Testing her lip to see if it had stopped bleeding, Rin busied herself with picking up glass shards after finding that it had.
How can Rin be calm after all of this? She came to a new city all by herself...no parents, no friends...she was stalked by a crazy ex-boyfriend with enough power in New York to put me in the morgue, and yet, she still loves me. She's still here, and is even picking up the broken pieces of my car window. In a display of affection, Maru rubbed his palm against Rin's back. She was suddenly glad that her face was not very visible to Maru since she was looking down at the floorboard of the passenger side, looking for glass, because the fact that his hand was there on her back was more comforting than anything else right now.
Both jerked in surprise when Maru's cell phone, still sitting in the cup holder, rang loudly inside the silent car. Only two blocks away from the police station, Maru picked up the phone, pushing the 'send' button and greeting the caller. He turned the corner, headed to a parking space along the right side of the street.
"Yeah, Rin and I were in my car leaving this afternoon, and someone tried to break into Rin's side by smashing the window. We managed to get out of there, even though the guy started shooting at us," Maru explained while Rin watched the subtle play of expressions move over his features. Parallel parking into a spot with one try, Maru put the cark into park and listened to Seikai as he unbuckled his seatbelt with one hand. Rin took hers off as well, having gathered the largest glass shards in her jacket. She brought her purse up to her lap, waiting for Maru.
"Yes...that's fine. We'll be at Red's at 6:30...yeah, thanks." Ending the call, Maru slid his phone into a pocket and opened his door, telling Rin it was time to go inside. Rin gingerly opened her door, sliding out and carefully handling her jacket until she could find a trash can. The two walked to the station half a block down the street, dumping the glass shards into a garbage can sitting outside the station's steps. Maru then offered her his arm, leading her inside.
-Red's Car Repair-
After filing an official police report, something they could use to help with getting the damage to Maru's car repaired when calling the insurance company, the two drove to Red's, a car repair shop tucked away in the city's business section. The owner, Red (of course), was actually an older woman who absolutely loved cars, or anything else that had an engine. Stout, a bit wizen, with a patch over one eye after a freak radiator accident, Red was a gruff, honest woman. She was named for her red mechanic suit that she always wore, but her best customers and staff knew her real name to be Kaede. As Maru pulled into her main garage, a huge room, she walked over from another car where a younger mechanic was fiddling with something in the engine. Wiping her hands on a rag and then stuffing it into her back pocket, Red shook her head upon seeing Maru's sleek black Corolla come in looking so banged up.
"What did you do to it? Before, all you came in for was oil changes and tire alignments, and now look at it!" Red huffed, crossing her arms. Maru turned off the car, stepping out with his coat and briefcase in tow.
"Ah, sorry, Red. Someone thought my window needed washing and was just overzealous about it," Maru joked, earning a loud cackle from the mechanic. She drew up some paperwork for him at a dirty metal desk in an office located up a rickety flight of stairs. Looking out the dirty windows into the garage area below, Rin watched as two mechanics pulled out tools unknown to her and began to work with the passenger-side door of Maru's car. After Maru hung up the phone, having spoken with his insurance agent, Red gave him a paper to sign for the repair costs. Rin saw a couple of cops arrive downstairs, and assumed it was their ride home—Better than any taxi, Rin thought.
Maru thanked Red, shaking hands with her despite the dirt that was probably on them. He waved farewell and escorted Rin down the rickety stairs, calling a greeting to the two officers that were watching the mechanics go about their work. Thankfully, they didn't talk too long, and Rin was on her way up to the twenty-second floor of their apartment building about twenty minutes later. Maru walked her to her apartment door, asking her to stop by for dinner later, and dropped a quick, light kiss onto her sore lips before walking down to his own apartment. Rin made her way into her apartment, kicking off her high heel shoes and setting her briefcase and purse on the coffee table. Glad for the police surveillance in the lobby downstairs as well as the outside street, Rin simply closed the curtains of her balcony to make sure no one was watching and flopped down on the couch, exhausted physically and mentally from the day's adventure. Quite graciously, Miroku told Maru and Rin that they didn't have to come into work until the crisis was resolved, but not wanting to start off on the wrong foot in her new job, Rin had decided to continuing going to work anyway, which prompted Maru to do the same.
Knowing she needed a shower, Rin rolled off of the couch, pushing up to her feet. She didn't linger in the shower, but made sure to use her special-smelling conditioner. Toweling herself off and dressing in loose clothing, Rin blow-dried her hair, leaving it down. Spraying on her favorite perfume, she checked to see that everything looked fine, and grabbed her apartment keys off of the coffee table. Leaving all the lights off except for the entry light near her front door, Rin turned the knob, and opened the door.
-Somewhere in Manhattan-
"Mouuu! Just like a man! You don't know when to ask for directions, and you don't ever read the directions, either!" Sango scolded as she scraped the last of the spoiled cookie dough into the trash. Miroku stood in her kitchen, rubbing the back of his neck with red-tinged cheeks. Sango took the bowl to her sink, filling it with hot water and mixing in a few drops of liquid soap.
"I just grabbed the wrong spice, that's all! I didn't mean to put garlic in the mix!" Miroku whined, sounding like he was the victimized one. Sango, her anger suddenly gone when she realized the humor of the situation, began laughing down at the bowl full of soapsuds. Miroku looked over at Sango with a crestfallen look on his face, which got Sango laughing even harder.
"M—Miroku! If you could only...only see...the look on your face!" Sango said, leaning on the sink's rim and giggling like a schoolgirl. Miroku then look exasperated, shoving his hands into his pockets and leaning back against the counter. Sango managed to calm herself down somewhat, but snickered to herself once in a while as she rinsed the mixing bowl. Miroku was inwardly delighted to see Sango laughing again after what had happened that day. Even if it was for only a couple of minutes, Miroku wanted Sango to push the worry of her brother's safety to the side so that she didn't make herself go crazy.
"So are we going to try again?" Miroku asked petulantly, feigning a bruised pride. Sango was drying off the bowl, and turned to look at Miroku, deducing whether or not he was being serious. She set the bowl down on the counter, flipping the dishtowel over her shoulder.
"Well, we could, but I don't have any extra eggs. We could go buy some, but personally, I don't want to go out anymore tonight." She turned to pick up the bowl, opening a cupboard in the corner of the kitchen to put it away. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, Sango gasped and clutched the bowl to her chest. Turning her head slightly to see Miroku with a questioning look on his face, Sango breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh! You scared me...I thought you were still on the other side of the kitchen." She put the bowl into the cupboard, closing the door to it, and was about to walk past Miroku to the sink to finish cleaning when she found her way blocked by an arm. Miroku had pinned her in the corner of the kitchen, and Sango leaned a bit away from him over the counter behind her. Shyly looking up at Miroku's face, Sango's heart decided to beat inside her throat instead of her chest when she saw his heavy-lidded gaze boring into her. Sango didn't push him away, though. She stood there, hoping he would make the first move.
Miroku brought a hand off the counter, slowly sliding his fingers up her arm, and holding Sango's gaze in silence. Sango almost wanted to break the tension, but as much as she loved it, she remained quiet. She was wearing a short sleeve T-shirt that she liked to wear when doing chores. It said, 'Can you kick my ass?' and had a picture of Mr. T looking quite angry. A draft hit her legs from the A/C that had kicked on in the last minute, and despite the blush on her cheeks, Sango's legs were chilled since she was wearing shorts. Miroku, as dashing as always, was wearing a dark blue polo shirt and black slacks, but was sockless in his dark brown loafers. Once Miroku's fingers had reached the crook of Sango's neck, he pulled the collar of her T-shirt to the side, finding the bruise he had left there earlier that morning. Although it was still there, it was obviously fading, and Miroku's eyes drifted back up to Sango's anxious stare.
"I'm running out of time to fulfill my promise, Sango," he said, his voice caressing her name as if it were his hands on her body. Sango shivered, pressing her fisted hands to her chest. As if in a daze, Sango watched as Miroku pressed his body against hers, and brought his mouth down to her level. His arms wrapped themselves around her torso, pinning her hands in between them. Sango could feel the hardness of Miroku's chest underneath her forearms, and tilted her head up to catch the kiss falling down to her. He kept the kiss shallow at first, sliding his lips against Sango's and then suckling at the flesh of her lower lip until he could feel her squirming inside his arms. When his hold on her loosened somewhat, Sango made a small noise, though whether it was a noise of pleasure or protest, Miroku couldn't tell. Tugging at her elbows, Miroku pulled Sango's fists away from her chest, bringing her arms up to twine around his neck. Then holding her close again and feeling her full breasts pressing against his chest, Miroku moaned into the open-mouthed kiss Sango pressed upon him.
When Sango felt a unique and unmistakable hardness pressed against her lower abdomen, she reveled in the fact that it was for her that Miroku was excited, and curled her body closer to that hardness, which got a second, more desperate moan out of the CEO currently pinning her against the kitchen counter. Playing with the little dragon tail of Miroku's soft hair, Sango brought one hand down Miroku's shoulder to his chest to rub circles around the hard nub pressing against the cloth of his shirt. When Miroku's arms dropped down and his hands firmly grasped her rear end, Sango pulled back from the kiss, which had been turning into something almost pagan.
"Miroku...I've been waiting for twenty-four years...don't make me wait any more," Sango breathlessly said, sliding an arm around his ribcage while the other took a fistful of Miroku's hair. Miroku gave a relieved laugh, sensing the irony in Sango's statement. He turned her body and lifted her up, bearing her out of the kitchen and straight to her bedroom, the location of which he had memorized upon entering Sango's apartment. Her bedroom was small with the queen-sized bed taking up a third of the space, but the light from a neon sign across the street was giving their skin a golden glow, and Miroku looked down at Sango's trusting face for a moment. Then taking the hem of her shirt in his hands, he pulled up and removed it, letting it drop to the floor. Setting his warm hands in the curve of her waist, Miroku slid them back to find the clasp of her bra, unhooking it and watching how the contraption fell away from her golden skin. The only reaction Sango could see was Miroku's soft intake of breath, and she felt very self-conscious under his steady gaze. She brought her hands up to cover herself, but Miroku grasped at her wrists, opening her arms.
"Don't hide from me," he said gruffly. He looked at her unblemished skin, how her waist tapered perfectly into her faded shorts, and had to see more of it. Releasing her wrists and reaching forward, he slid a few fingers inside the waist of her shorts, pushing back at the button on top that slid out of its hole easily. Pulling the zipper down, he skimmed his fingers over Sango's hips and down her thighs to push the shorts down, and leaving Sango wearing only her tiny slip of underwear. Miroku's whole body suddenly felt hot, and he had to remove some clothing before he went any further or else he might burst into flame. Tugging his polo shirt over his head and tossing it at the floor, he watched Sango's reaction to seeing his naked chest for the first time. He saw her hands twitch, and almost smirked when he realized that she wanted to touch him, but his body was aching too badly. He put a hand in his pocket, pulling out a small packet, and tossed it onto Sango's well-made bed. Sango's eyes followed it, and Miroku had the feeling that if the room were better lit, he would have seen a blush steal over Sango's cheeks.
While she was distracted for a few seconds, Miroku unbuttoned his slacks, and reached forward to grab Sango's hand. She whipped her head back to him, coming closer as he pulled on her hand. Miroku set her fingers over the zipper tab, and Sango automatically drew it down with her jaw ajar due to the look on his face. Miroku's hips were narrow enough that his slacks simply fell from his hips once the tension from the zipper's hold released. Sango admired his choice of underwear, a pair of black boxer briefs that accentuated every muscle, but the bulge in front that attested to his desire made Sango look away, and her eyes landed on the condom sitting on her bed, which made her blush even harder. Movement from the corner of her eye caught her attention, and Sango turned her head to look at Miroku again, only he was now entirely nude, having stripped himself of the constraining underwear. Fisting her hands at her sides, Sango's eyes roamed over the turgid length she had held earlier that day, wondering if it would even fit inside of her. Looking up at his eyes, she saw the silent plea in them, and her hands unconsciously smoothed up her own thighs to the legs of her underwear. She slipped her fingers underneath, pulling down the last vestige of clothing from her heated skin.
The two of them stood there in the soft golden glow of the room, both breathing shallowly and savoring the moment as each took in the sights the other had to offer. Surprisingly, Sango was the first to move, bringing both hands up to rub her palms against his chest, distending his male nipples and drawing a satisfied sigh from Miroku. His hands molded themselves around her breasts, testing their weight and texture as his thumbs brushed over their responsive peaks. Moving toward each other and becoming bolder with each caress, they stood close, rubbing the sensitive areas and sharing hot open-mouthed kisses. Sango could feel Miroku's arousal against her stomach, and the warm, hard length was making her nearly delirious with excitement.
"S—Sango..." Miroku sighed, stiff with desire as her hands moved over his stomach and hips. She made a small noise again, and pulled his hips towards her as she moved to the bed. Curling her arms around his neck, Sango bent her knees, bringing Miroku down upon her as they hit the mattress. Miroku pushed a hand underneath Sango's back, lifting her a bit and pulling her to the center of the bed. He wedged his knee between hers, hinting for her to spread her thighs apart so that he could settle between them. With Miroku lying over her, pressing her deliciously into the mattress below, Sango moaned into his intense kiss. Miroku slanted his lips and tongue over her mouth, tasting the natural sweetness inside. Before too long, though, all the sensations were too much, and Miroku had to bring himself arm's length away from Sango to catch his breath.
"Miroku...please...I—" Sango began, not sure of how to word what she wanted to say. "I want you inside me...please." A desperate look came over Miroku's face in the golden light of the room, and he sat back on his knees between her thighs, reaching over to find the packet he had tossed onto the bed. Tearing it open and rolling on the contraceptive, Miroku looked to Sango, and saw the same desire he felt reflected in her eyes. Crawling back over her body and settling his pelvis down against hers, Miroku clenched his jaw muscles, feeling tight with exhilaration. Sango brought her legs up to wrap around Miroku's waist, which opened up her hips.
"Sango, before...before we do this, I have to say something," Miroku began, his voice harsh and barely above a whisper. Sango's eyes fluttered open, and her face turned questioning. "I love you, Sango," Miroku fiercely uttered, looking straight into Sango's lustful brown eyes, which widened in surprise. She looked touched, but said nothing, and only pulled his head down to kiss her. Miroku was feeling halfway devastated that Sango had not said anything in return, but the fact that she was squeezing her thighs around his hips, still wanting to make love, made him hope that she would say it soon.
Sliding his hand between her sleek thighs, Miroku found the place where he wanted to be the most, and probed around to find her delicate lips, opening them gently and swiveling his hips to position himself at her entrance. Feeling Sango stiffen underneath him in either anxiety or anticipation, Miroku looked up at Sango's face. She nodded, smoothing one hand up to hold the side of his face as he pushed into her body. Like a warm, slick fist, Sango's body was tight, and Miroku slowly loosened the muscles as he pressed inside. Meeting an obvious barrier, he stared at Sango in surprise and felt a blooming sense of exaltation in knowing that he was her first. He hadn't thought that she was serious earlier about having waited twenty-four years, but it was obvious now that Sango had been telling the truth. He pushed at the barrier gently, stopping when Sango hissed in pain, and pushing again when she relaxed. After a few minutes of pushing and waiting, he pushed one last time, certain that the barrier was almost broken, and felt the way open up in front of his arousal. Squeezing in to the base of his length, Miroku heard Sango's husky voice,
"Finally..." He would have smiled, but the clutch of her muscles around him was incredibly distracting. Sango adjusted her legs around Miroku's waist, and held onto his shoulders as both waited for the last little dose of discomfort to leave Sango's muscles. Not expecting that Miroku's manhood would give her such a feeling of fullness, of being stretched exquisitely, Sango did feel pleasure at having him completely inside her body despite the discomfort that rending her hymen had brought. She knew that the sensation this first time would not be all pleasure, but was determined to meet her climax with Miroku no matter what. Ready to continue, Sango whispered up to Miroku's strained face, "Make love to me, Miroku." Hearing a choked groan rumble out of his mouth, Sango unevenly sighed as he pulled back, creating the most heavenly friction. Miroku had been propped away from Sango on his hands for the first thrust, but lowered himself to his forearms as he prepared to thrust in again. Sango slid her hands over his shoulders to his back as he lied down more fully upon her, rubbing the muscles underneath.
"I wish I could take you roughly, Sango," Miroku groaned, pushing into the tight heat of her body again. Sango pressed her lips together as he slid against something very sensitive, and a soft cry broke out from her lips as he hit home again. She understood exactly what he meant, but was glad for his control or else her resolve to find climax with him might be shattered. Giving him a bit of compromise, Sango pushed his head down towards the bed more, and pulled on his earlobe with her lips.
"Go a bit faster then," she whispered. "I just want to feel you inside me, Miroku." He made the same choked groan as before, having lost a little more of his control. He began a steady pace, and hid his face in the crook of her neck as he let his physical senses cloud his mind. Sango's fingers were making imprints in Miroku's back as he slid against that sensitive spot over and over again, creating a wonderful warmth that pooled in her belly. Hearing Miroku's pleasure-filled groans and sighs as he moved in and out of her body, she only felt more aroused. He could hear the carnal sounds that she was making, too, and clenched his jaw tight when a particularly intense shock of sensation tightened his manhood. Not yet...not yet.
"Uhhhnn...harder," she softly begged. I'm so close. I can feel it. Hearing Miroku's harsh cry muffled against her neck and shoulder, she gasped in bliss when he readily complied with her wishes, hitting home with force. Feeling like the tingly sensation that was building up would die away if Miroku did anything different, Sango encouraged him, whispering into his ear.
When it felt as if a single dense muscle in her lower abdomen contracted, pulling everything else in her body towards it, Sango made a strangled sound and dug her fingers into Miroku's back. Grateful beyond belief that Sango had finally orgasmed, Miroku shoved forward one last time, and let his body take over as he groaned loudly into the bedspread next to Sango's head. Sango...
Though Miroku's full weight was now pressing her down into the mattress, Sango didn't want him to move at all. That felt so good...why did I wait a year and a half for this? Nuzzling Miroku's ear next to her, Sango held him as he tried to catch his breath. Recalling the past twenty minutes, Sango quietly pondered Miroku's declaration of love. She had seen the movies, read the books...had he only said it because of the mood? She honestly felt that he hadn't. She had already decided to give him her body, so he had not needed to put forth more effort. And wasn't the mood they had shared actually one of the best moods for doing such a thing? She trusted him, and came to believe that he had not lied. He really did love her. Feeling tears pooling over her eyes, Sango shut her lids to keep the moisture inside.
Miroku, feeling dead tired but still feeling the best he had ever felt in his whole life, was about to lift his weight off of Sango when he heard a soft, shaky voice,
"I love you, too." His eyes popped open, and his brows drew together in happiness. Bringing his head up, he looked down into her eyes, which shined in the golden light from the neon sign. She smiled at him, and he grinned boyishly. Their bodies silhouetted against the window, he leaned down again, lightly pressing his lips to hers. This was definitely worth the wait.