-Waterfront Warehouse-
Rin, as Onigumo put his reviling hands on her shoulders, tried not to panic. After the man whom she had seen in the elevator earlier subdued her with a hand towel soaked in ether, she remembered absolutely nothing until she regained consciousness a couple of hours ago. When she had woken up, she found that her hands had been bound about fifteen times with duct tape, and her hip hurt from lying on it for so long on a cold, concrete floor. Her body felt a little sticky, though, since the place had no air conditioning and New York was going through its Indian Summer. The light above her was dim, and the place smelled stale. Behind that scent, though, Rin could also smell seawater. Rolling carefully to a sitting position and wincing as her hipbone throbbed dully, Rin looked around the tiny room in which they had placed her. The windows had yellowed glass, meaning no one had cleaned them in at least a decade, and a few dusty pieces of office furniture were stacked against the wall. Looking behind her, Rin's heart was in her throat when she saw Maru.
His wrists were also bound, his chin sported dried blood that had trailed down from his split lip, and he had a black eye among other bruises Rin could see from where she sat. Crawling the few feet between them, Rin awkwardly pressed one palm against his cheek.
"Maru? Wake up..." Rin whispered, trying to shake his shoulder with her trussed up wrists. His lips came together, and he swallowed before taking a deeper breath. He made a weak sound, as if trying to clear his throat. Rin leaned down, realizing he was trying to say something.
"Water." Rin looked around, knowing that finding water was a slim possibility. Bringing her eyes back to Maru's bruised face, Rin brushed the backs of her fingers down his cheek towards his ear.
"I don't think we'll get any water." Looking at all the bruises on his arms and face, Rin decided to check for other injuries. Pulling his shirt up a bit, dark bruises outlined where his ribs touched his skin. They might have broken some of his ribs... Rin rapidly blinked her eyes and willed herself to calm down. "Maru...can you tell if your ribs are broken? I need to know and I don't know how to check." Maru peeked his eyes, finding the light in the room to be dim enough and opened his lids to find a worried-looking Rin looking down at him.Even in this situation, she looks beautiful. Maru decided to test her theory and took a deep breath, finding a little bit of pain but nothing serious.
"I don't think they're broken." Swallowing again, Maru turned his head slightly to look around. "Where are we?" Rin shifted slightly and put his head in her lap to get it off of the floor. She sighed, setting her hands on his sternum.
"I think it's an abandoned building or warehouse." Snapping her head up once she heard footsteps outside the door, Rin watched a shadow pass over the beveled glass. No one opened the door, though, and the shadow moved on. A guard... Maru was trying to sit up, but Rin pushed down on his shoulders to keep him still. "Stay there. Let the blood drain out of your head a bit longer. I think we've been here for quite a while." Maru relaxed, looking up at her and finding it surreal that at a time like this, all he noticed was how her breasts looked from the new angle. He was slowly becoming aware of a throbbing inside his head and other aches all over his body. Rin's lap was much softer than the floor, and much warmer, and Maru closed his eyes while they waited for the perpetrator, no doubt Onigumo, to show his ugly mug.
When Maru opened his eyes again, the light in the room was much less artificial, meaning the sun had come up and the light inside the room was shut off. I must have slept some more. Looking up at Rin, who was resting her chin on her chest and looking to be almost asleep, Maru cleared his throat. Rin jerked awake. She took a deep breath and looked around the room again before dropping her gaze to Maru's face. His eye was almost swollen shut now, but he looked less groggy than earlier.
"How long have I been asleep?" he asked, moving to sit up. Rin let him, bringing her wrists up to her chest. Her legs began to prick painfully, and she straightened them out in front of her to let them get some circulation back.
"About an hour, I suppose. I wo—" Rin suddenly stopped, hearing a van pull up outside. Maru reached forward to hold her hands, knowing very well that his death or hers...or theirs...was a definite possibility. Rin's anxious face was pointed toward the door as the footsteps of half a dozen people echoed outside the door, along with the scrapes of some chair legs on the concrete floor and some muffled voices. Maru leaned forward then, pressing his sore lips to Rin's mouth—just in case. Duly distracted, Rin shut her eyes and returned his kiss, both desperate for one last moment before anyone entered the room. Hearing the lock being turned, Maru pressed a few more quick kisses upon her before bringing his body back and looking towards the door. Rin shifted uncomfortably on the floor, heart pounding. When a man she had never seen before...and the one from the elevator, entered the room, Rin's heart was no longer pounding in her chest but in her throat. Maru squinted his eyes, recognizing Kouga instantly. Kouga pulled Rin to her feet while the other thug hauled Maru up, not caring if he pushed Maru's sore spots.
Having a hard time walking, Rin had to depend on Kouga more than she would have liked. The floor was freezing and gritty with dirt underneath her bare feet. Looking in front of her, Rin saw another man pull a black sack off of a woman's head—who turned out to be Sango. It figures...Onigumo wants to hurt everyone I care about. On the floor a few feet in front of Sango, however, was Kohaku. Though Rin was now confused, she was too tired to give much reaction. Rin's eyes then settled on Onigumo, who was dressed immaculately and smiling as if he just received a new toy. Kouga was about to set her down near Maru, who was shoved into a rickety chair, when she heard Onigumo's seedy voice.
"No, no...put Rin next to me." Kouga obediently switched directions, jerking his head at a nearby thug to pull a chair over. Pressing Rin down into the chair, Kouga moved to stand behind Maru. Rin sat down reluctantly, determined not to show too much of a reaction to Onigumo. He set his hands on her shoulders, and Rin heard him say quite jovially, "Now...we have a party."
"What are you going to do to us, Nara Ku?" Kohaku said angrily, obviously upset at his own helplessness. Onigumo made a small noise, smirking.
"Well, now that I have a Durst and Sung CEO, I don't need some low-rung security guard to answer my questions. I think I might just shoot you, unless you'd like to tell me where the company's vault is within D&S's New York headquarters." Looking over at Sango and Miroku, who looked confused and somewhat angry, Onigumo chuckled. "Seems to me that no one here except for you knows what's going on...and I do so love to gloat." Kohaku spit blood out of his mouth, holding his ribs.
"Kohaku...why didn't you ask me for help?" Sango asked, her voice cracking. Kohaku couldn't look her in the face and instead landed a glare on Onigumo. Onigumo smirked again, loving the control he had over the others.
"In order to pay off his bills, Kohaku came to me for a loan. When he couldn't repay me after six months, I made a deal with him—he had to spy on D&S for me in exchange for his life and 0% interest. So he couldn't ask for your assistance, my dear Sango...then he would have gone to jail. Corporate espionage, when funded by the mob, does not go over well with the police. Security guards are given a surprisingly small amount of information, though—or so he says...I know there's a vault of money market securities in D&S—and I'm going to get it. I visited Kohaku at work last week to 'remind' him of his end of the bargain when a past lover walked in the front door. Image my delight. And Rin," Onigumo said to her, looking over his shoulder, "the one thing I noticed was how your breasts filled out so well. Heh...knowing Kohaku's reputation at the company, I had no doubt that he would ask her out. So after Rin took the elevator up, I gave Kohaku a new deal...he was going to deliver Rin to me in exchange for his life and the repayment of the loan.
"I knew, though, that he was going to be remarkably stupid and decide to run instead...heh...so I sent in my best man as soon as I left the building. Kouga was already a solid plant inside, but his access was limited. I had him follow Rin and put a tracking device in her jacket pocket—" Rin gasped, remembering the incident in the elevator. He wasn't trying to cop a feel—he was putting a bug on her! Onigumo squeezed her shoulders, which made Rin cringe in disgust. "He gave me her office phone number, which I was only too happy to call...and we found out which office she worked in. That's when I knew she and her boss could prove useful. Sesshou Maru knew one of the top CEOs personally and was about to become one if Kouga was correct. Having Rin, though," Onigumo hissed, squeezing her shoulders way too hard and earning a gasp from Rin, "now that was the real prize. And now that I have so many people here to help me out, I want to know the location of the securities vault. And if I don't get it—" Onigumo cut himself off, not needing to finish the sentence.
Miroku didn't move a muscle. He knew the location—and he knew that Maru did, too—but that vault contained $300 million in securities alone. He wasn't about to let Nara Ku have the company's money. Onigumo turned his suddenly angry gaze upon Maru, but a movement from Kouga brought Miroku's attention away from Onigumo. Kouga was looking out the loading dock door, seemingly worried. Before Miroku knew it, Onigumo was in front of him, grabbing his shirt and hauling him to his feet.
"Where is it?!" Pulling out a gun fitted with a silencer, he pointed it at Sango's head. She flinched, bringing her hands up as if to ward off the bullet that could kill her in less than half a second. Miroku yelled out,
"Stop it! Don't kill her!" Onigumo brought Miroku's face close, sneering at him.
"Then where's the vault?!"
"You'll never be able to get in the vault, anyway," came Maru steady, calm voice. "You don't have the right keys." Onigumo had whipped his head around upon hearing Maru's claim, dropping Miroku back into his seat. Rin was visibly tense, upset that Onigumo's wrath was now turned upon Maru. She didn't know what to say, though. Maru! You don't know what he'll do to you if you make him angry! Instead of walking over to Maru, though, Onigumo headed towards Rin. No longer gentle in the slightest, Onigumo roughly grabbed Rin's arm, jerking her to her feet. He walked her to stand perhaps four feet in front of Maru and pressed the barrel of his gun to her right temple. Maru's jaw clenched and his muscles moved underneath his shirt.
"You move an inch, my dear...and I'll blow your brains all over the floor. I don't mind getting this suit dirty," Onigumo said into her ear. Rin looked at Maru, needing something good on which to focus her eyes. He held her gaze, finding it hard to pick out the emotions crossing her face. Onigumo's free hand let go of Rin's arm as he stepped behind her, still holding the gun to her head. Sliding his hand around her waist and down, Onigumo cupped Rin between her thighs. Rin cried out in shock and disgust, and Maru jerked in reaction. Kohaku and Miroku averted their gazes, and Sango covered her eyes. Maru's teeth were bared in anger, and Onigumo laughed from behind Rin's head.
"I remember being in this exact spot only a couple of years ago. God, Rin was hot that night," Onigumo recalled, enjoying the way Rin tried to squirm away from him without getting herself killed. "I remember pinning her arms down and shoving between her legs—"
"Shut up! You sick bastard!" Maru yelled, wanting very badly to kill the mob boss currently violating Rin. Onigumo merely laughed harder, rubbing his fingers against Rin through the cloth of her jeans. Rin closed her eyes, which squeezed out a couple of tears. Behind her, she could hear Sango softly sobbing and a curse word come out of Kohaku's mouth.
"The way she struggled against me only got me harder," he chuckled, bucking his arousal against Rin's backside. "Perhaps you'd have more incentive to tell me where the vault is and how to get inside...if I threatened to fuck your little girlfriend right in front of you. I'm sure my boys would enjoy the show." Hearing a couple of laughs behind him, Onigumo rubbed his fingers harder, moving them in circles. "I might even let them have that bitch behind me. Two good fucks together..." Hearing two more violent curse words from Kohaku and Miroku, Onigumo was sorely tempted to do so even if Maru gave him the information he needed. Whispering only for Rin's ears, Onigumo said, "You'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd like it if I came all over you..."
"I'll kill you...I'll rip your head off!" Maru yelled, coming out of his chair. Kouga grabbed his shoulders and shoved him back down. Onigumo clucked his tongue, rubbing his middle finger along the seam of Rin's jeans as more tears slid down her cheeks.
"Such a temper...you've got five seconds to start explaining before I throw her on the ground, Sesshou Maru. Five..." Rin squirmed some more, trying to get his hand away from her. "Four..." Miroku and Kohaku looked to Sango, hoping she would be left alone. "Three..." Maru could feel an unearthly sound rising up in his throat. "Two..." Kouga looked to the loading dock door. "One..."
"Police! FREEZE!" came a familiar voice through the police horn. None of the thugs hesitated. They all pulled out their guns and began to shoot towards the loading dock. Sango and Miroku dived at the floor. Onigumo was bringing his hands up to hold his weapon correctly, but Maru was faster. When Onigumo was occupied with threatening Miroku, drawing the attention of the rest of the thugs, Kouga had made a small slit in the duct tape over Maru's wrists. Maru ripped his hands apart, rending the duct tape and shot to his feet. Clamping his hand over Onigumo's wrist, he wrenched him away from Rin and pushed her down to the floor. Jerking the gun out of Onigumo's hand, Maru flung it fifteen feet away and landed a punch in Onigumo's kidney. God, that felt good.
Onigumo swung at him, but Maru ducked his fist and rammed another punch into the same spot on Onigumo's body. Hearing a bullet whiz by his head, Maru ducked away from Onigumo, taking a quick look at the chaos going on near the door fifty feet away. Three thugs lay dead on the concrete floor, and Miroku and Kohaku were both covering Sango only ten feet from him. He didn't have time to look around any more because Onigumo came running at him, wielding a knife that he must have stashed in one of his pockets. Maru easily ducked his lunge, using Onigumo's momentum to throw him a good ten feet. The knife clattered to the floor, and Maru ran at Onigumo.
Rin had watched the whole scene for about fifteen seconds—the gunfire between the police and Onigumo's henchmen; the slugfest between Maru and Onigumo—and Kouga was crouched near the pile of hostages in the middle of the floor with his gun out and a police badge hanging from his neck, obviously there to protect the three in case a thug decided to turn and shoot. He's...he's a cop?! Seeing a knife fall to the floor only four feet from her galvanized her to quickly dive for it and cut the duct tape around her wrists. Another fifteen seconds passed and her hands were free. Onigumo and Maru were still brawling, although Rin hadn't yet seen a single blow land on Maru. Looking to her right, she saw Onigumo's gun lying on the floor near the wall. It was true that she was afraid of guns...but nothing would stop her from picking up this one, especially since it could mean the life or death of the man of her dreams. Rin scrambled to her feet and ran to the gun. Keeping her head down, Rin grabbed the gun, finding it heavier than she would have thought. With all the gunfire, Rin attempted to aim the gun at Onigumo, but he was wrestling around with Maru on the ground.
Meanwhile, Onigumo had managed to pull out his other knife, and was attempting to push it down into Maru's neck. Maru was pushing back, but was losing the battle since Onigumo had better leverage.
"Once I kill you, I'll be free to fuck Rin as much as I want," Onigumo growled, his voice strained from brawling. The four remaining henchmen were still exchanging fire with the police, kicking or throwing out the gas grenades that the police tossed in. Maru clenched his teeth, trying to force his muscles to push harder. "That bitch got me kicked out of college...I'll tie her up and fuck her ass until she bleeds..." Maru, more violently angry than he had ever been in his life, growled,
"Watch your mouth..." Yelling, he pushed up, knocking Onigumo back with a foot to the chest. Before Maru could roll away as Onigumo lurched forward with the knife again, a bullet lodged in Onigumo's right arm. Onigumo grimaced and cried out, looking to the source of his pain. Rin, gripping the barrel tight, squeezed the trigger. The gun's recoil jarred her arm, but Rin had managed to fire it, and a second bullet lodged itself on the left side of Onigumo's forehead. Maru watched as the light went out in Onigumo's eyes. His body fell back with a heavy thud and more police officers came barging in from the rooftop. Maru looked to his left and found Rin still poised to shoot. She looked numb, as if seeing an entirely different scene. The additional police officers quickly subdued the four thugs trying to hold their position, throwing them to the floor for their Miranda rights and a pair of cuffs. Maru came to his feet, running across the gritty, cold floor to where Rin stood. Pulling the gun from her fingers and tossing it away, Maru forced her to look at him.
"Rin...Rin say something...are you okay?" he asked, holding onto her upper arms. He shook her lightly, and tears gathered over Rin's eyes.
"I killed someone...oh, God, Maru...I killed someone," Rin sobbed, clutching him to her and burying her face in the crook of his neck. Maru held her close, rubbing his hand in circles over her back while she hiccupped due to the force of her racking sobs. Looking to his right, he saw Miroku, Sango, and Kohaku finally getting up.
Sango had never been so scared in her life. When the first gunshots rang out, her instinct had been to dive for cover, but the fact that Kohaku and Miroku's first instincts were to protect her was what got her crying. Wrapping an arm around each of them, Sango hugged Miroku and Kohaku to her, sniffing as the police officers attempted to question them about what had happened. Miroku and Kohaku ignored the officers, deeming it more fitting to spend the moment hugging Sango.
"Kohaku...you could have asked me for money if you needed it," Sango laughed out, squeezing his shoulder beneath her palm. Miroku wanted to hold Sango forever at that moment. That asshole almost shot her...she could have died! Looking past Sango's mop of black hair, he saw Rin pressed tightly to Maru's chest.
"Rin, he would have killed many innocent people if you hadn't stopped him," Maru softly said, rocking her from side to side. He could see Detective Seikai standing nearby, watching them for the moment to ask questions. "Seikai is waiting for us. The sooner we talk with him, the sooner we can go home...okay?" He felt Rin nod against his chest and pulled back, wiping her cheeks with his thumbs. She's alive...
Seeing Maru's swollen eye and split lip, Rin realized her primary reason for shooting Onigumo—a precious, handsome, sexy, wonderful reason. He's alive...
-Saturday, four months later-
It thankfully didn't snow that day. The sidewalk was cleared of the snowfall they had received a couple of days ago, and a group of people stood outside, waiting for the happy couples. Two limos waited along the curbside, and everyone had their birdseed ready. Two red-coated ushers opened the doors to the church, and people spilled out. A priest, some parents, some siblings, some bridesmaids and best men, and two sets of newly-weds all joined the wedding guests outside in the chill of New York's winter. Without thinking, Maru and Miroku shrugged off their tuxedo jackets and draped them over the shoulders of their brides, waving at wedding guests and shaking hands with their parents.
The ordeal with Onigumo and his henchmen was already a thankfully distant memory. No charges were pressed upon Rin for Onigumo's death—in fact, most of the people who commented to her about it were exceedingly grateful that she disposed of him. Detective Seikai later explained that Kouga had been undercover with Onigumo's mob gang for almost a year and finally had the chance to gather evidence on him when the police was given the arrest warrant. By making sure that Onigumo didn't hear about his arrest warrant until it was too late to clean up his tracks before bolting, Kouga had brought down a large branch of organized crime in New York. Now that his cover was blown, Kouga had to return to normal street duty. The four mob thugs arrested at the scene were sent to life in prison with no chance of parole. They might have received death sentences, but after giving up information to the police, they were saved from at least that fate. Their information led to the downfall of one of D&S's biggest rivals, Arnold Blunderson, which had been using the mob as their corporate espionage branch in order to bring down D&S. But now, the entire mess was resolved and tossed out with yesterday's news.
It wasn't too long after the incident that Maru proposed to Rin one night before they were about to fall asleep. Finally getting up the nerve to ask her, Maru had whispered that he wanted to marry her. After a few tears, a few loving words, and a few light kisses, they spent the next hour messing up the bed sheets.
"I can't believe it's finally over! I thought this day would never come!" Sango gushed to Rin, fairly jumping up and down with happiness. "And we get to leave this cold weather for the Bahamas! You and I will have so much fun at the beach!" Rin grinned in kind, feeling happier than she had ever been in her life. The two of them walked further down the steps while their new husbands spoke with other wedding guests and waved about their bouquets to signal the bouquet toss. Sango dryly noted that her brother was pointing at his girlfriend next to him—some quiet girl named Kanna. Kanna gave a small smile, ready for the toss.
"Come on! Toss them already!" someone yelled from the back of the crowd. Sango took careful aim, but Rin just grinned and shut her eyes before tossing off her bouquet. Many squeals and declarations of triumph later, Kanna came up with Sango's bouquet, and a preteen girl named Shiori, Rin's second cousin, came up with Rin's bouquet. Shiori's mother smiled as Shiori jumped up and down, waving around the flowers. Turning back to find Maru shaking hands with his brother, Rin walked over to Kagome, giving the girl a big hug. Kagome was very obviously pregnant now, and Yasha kept his arm around Kagome's waist half the time.
"Welcome to the family," Kagome said, pulling back and smiling. Yasha shook hands with Rin, adding his own condolences with a joking grin,
"Yeah, sorry you had to get saddled with that lump of ice." Maru glared at his brother before reaching over and tugging hard on his earlobe. Yasha yelped, smacking Maru's shoulder half-heartedly.
"We'd better get going, Rin," Maru commented, checking his watch. "The plane leaves in three hours and it's a half-hour ride to get there. We'll have to change in the limo." Miroku appeared with Sango, both flushed from the cold and the excitement of the day.
"Well, we're headed off. We'll meet you in front of the gate in an hour, okay?" Miroku affirmed, draping his arm around Sango's shoulder. Maru inclined his head, smirking.
"I'll see you in a couple of weeks, Kagome! Take care, Yasha!" Rin called, headed down the steps with Maru. Kagome and Yasha waved, standing close with an arm around the other. Watching the two limos drive off towards the freeway, Kagome and Yasha turned to look at each other with knowing smiles on their faces.
-Limo #1: Miroku and Sango-
On the freeway, following Maru and Rin's limousine, Miroku pressed a button, raising the partition between the driver and them.
"We're going to change into some normal clothes so ignore us if you feel a few bumps, okay?" Miroku explained right before the partition closed. From the front seat, the driver sighed, thinking to himself that it's what they all said about 'feeling a few bumps.'
Sango, digging through her bag, was pulling out her clothes and already had her veil off. Miroku softly smiled at her, though she wasn't looking. She's mine now... Sango was soon down to her slip, having cautiously tucked the wedding dress into a dry cleaning bag. Making as if he was merely changing his clothes, Miroku took off his lapel and removed his belt before pulling his shirt out of the waist of his pants. Leaning towards Sango, he wrapped his arm around her side, eliciting a gasp, and pulled her over to him. Sango straddled his lap, bracing her hands on his shoulders, as Miroku pressed her pelvis down upon his and looked up at her with a good amount of lust in his eyes.
"M—Miroku...we're in a limo..." Sango tried to reason, squirming in his lap. Her movements only served to arouse him more, which Sango could feel as his manhood grew and hardened underneath her. Miroku pulled the straps of her slip down, revealing her chest, and splayed his hand across her back. Pulling her towards him, Miroku laved his tongue over Sango's breast and then flicked it rapidly with the tip as he gently squeezed the soft flesh of her other breast. Sango forgot what she was saying and brought her hands up to hold his jaw as he tasted her skin.
After a few heady moments, Miroku tilted his head back to look up at the dazed expression on Sango's face. Sango sunk into the mood and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, leaning down to drop a heavy kiss onto her husband's lips. Slowly grinding her core against the bulge in his pants, Sango felt her silk panties grow damp and enjoyed the feel of Miroku's hands on her backside. Feeling the limo underneath them switch lanes, Sango was reminded of where they were and pulled back, blushing a deep red. Miroku wouldn't have it, though, and held her against him with one arm as he unzipped his pants and worked his fierce arousal out of his underwear.
"Miroku...the driver will know what we're doing," Sango whispered, still blushing. Miroku smiled at how pretty her red-tinged cheeks were and how she reluctantly struggled against him. Having brought himself out of the confines of his pants, Miroku reached between Sango's thighs, pulling the center of her silk panties to one side and pushing two fingers into the warm, wet skin. Sango stiffened, digging her fingers into Miroku's shoulder.
"I'm sure he's used to it by now," Miroku replied, flicking the nipple of Sango's other breast as he gently rubbed between her legs. "I'd rather think about you right now, though." Sango finally gave into him, knowing that Miroku wasn't going to let her stop, and not really wanting to stop, anyway. Reaching down between them, Sango found Miroku's hard length and moved her hips over it, keeping it in position as Miroku held her open. Lowering her body, Sango bit down on her lower lip as his arousal stretched and filled her. She felt Miroku place his feet farther apart, and once she seated herself, she hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt and spread the material to the sides.
Miroku loved the way she looked right then. With the straps to her slip still clinging to her arms and her breasts bouncing slightly as the limo sped to the airport, her face was a little flushed, and she looked to be as lustful for his body as he was for hers. Sango rubbed her palms once over his pecks as she began to move, and Miroku's hands returned to her hind end. Sango then leaned back, bracing her hands on Miroku's thighs, which thrust out her breasts. Closing her eyes, Sango set a fast pace, bucking and grinding herself over him. She could hear Miroku's strained grunts and groans, and soon felt him thrusting his own hips up in an attempt to create more sensation—it worked. Gasping for air, Sango squeezed her inner muscles around his searing arousal with each stroke. When Miroku brought a hand between them and pressed his thumb to the tiny nub of nerves above her entrance, Sango clamped her hand over her mouth and moaned into it.
Miroku pulled her towards him again, keeping his thumb pressed to the right spot, and consumed her mouth as she rapidly bucked her hips against him. Forcing herself to keep quiet, Sango swallowed every groan and sigh that her throat wanted to release and planted her hands on her husband's chest. Stopping the kiss to catch her breath, Sango looked down at him with heated eyes and softly said,
"It could only feel this good with you..." Hearing Miroku's heavy breathing and feeling the way his hands clutched at her, Sango swiveled her hips with each downward thrust, and made love to her husband for another few short moments before sensing that her body was coming close to climax. Sango pulled herself as close to Miroku as she could, still bucking hard against him, and was warmed by the feeling of his mouth on her neck and his arm around her while his other hand held onto her hip. He's mine now... Both panting and gleaming with perspiration, they clung to each other, eyes shut tight and bodies taut.
Sango was making small, carnal sounds meant only for his ears as she tried to keep her voice down, and Miroku loved every single one of them. The noises she was making were increasing in pitch, so he let his mind go, concentrating on the feel of her body sliding over his. Sango... Hearing a gasp in his ear and feeling her stiffen, Miroku bucked his hips up twice more, clenching his teeth and grunting into her shoulder as his seed shot into her body. Sango's mouth hung open as her muscles fluttered rapidly over the hot length buried inside her body and squeezed out slick liquid over the warmth spreading into her muscles. Both let out hesitant breaths as their bodies hummed with pleasure, and Sango relaxed against Miroku's chest.
"That's the best car ride I've ever had," Miroku joked, setting his hand between Sango's shoulder blades. Sango smiled against his neck, wondering how much time they had to get dressed before arriving at the airport terminal.
-Limo #2: Maru and Rin-
Rin had managed to beat off Maru's roaming hands while changing into her sweater and jeans, and they sat together whispering quietly for a couple of minutes. Lowering the partition, Maru called up to the driver,
"How much longer until we reach the airport?" The driver "hoho"-ed like all old men should, and checked his watch.
"Ohhhh...I'd sayyy about 20 minutes. We're only going about forty for a while due to traffic, sir. You'll still have plenty o' time, I'm sure." Rin blushed, thinking he meant plenty of time to have sex in the back of the limo, but it only took a few seconds for her to realize that he meant have enough time to make it to the plane. Maru thanked the driver and raised the partition again.
"Are you thirsty?" Rin asked, leaning down to look inside the limo's mini-fridge. There were two little bottles of water, a few alcoholic beverages, some soda pop, and two cartons of milk. Wow, they know how to stock a refrigerator. Rin looked over her shoulder at Maru when he didn't answer her for a few seconds, and saw him licking his lips.
He had tried to be good—Rin felt uncomfortable fooling around in a limousine so Maru was planning on waiting until they reached the Bahamas, but when Rin leaned over to look inside the mini-fridge, her sweater pulled up with her shoulders, revealing two inches of perfect skin on her lower back. Normally, Maru would have been able to contain himself, but...it was their wedding day and knowing that he would have exclusive rights to Rin and her succulent body for the rest of their lives...well, the temptation was too much.
Leaning over to her and securing his arms around her, Maru pulled Rin back onto his lap, getting a giggle out of Rin. He kicked the door of the fridge shut and scoot his rear to the edge of the seat.
"Maru, if you wanted to that badly...you could have told me," Rin whispered as he nuzzled the spot behind her ear. His breathing was heavy against her back, and his cologne easily reached her nose. Rin reached down and unbuttoned the front of her jeans, pulling the zipper down as Maru squeezed his hands between their bodies to loosen his own pants. Once Rin's jeans were loose, Maru slipped his hand beneath the waist of her panties. Rin shifted to sit over both of Maru's thighs, with one leg on either side of him. Laying her head back upon his shoulder, Rin closed her eyes as Maru fondled her body beneath her sweater and underwear.
"Where...unnhhh...where do you want to go first...oh, God...when...when we get to the beach?" Rin asked, squirming a little as his two longest fingers rubbed at the tiny pearl hidden beneath soft folds of flesh. She loosely wrapped her fingers around each of his wrists.
"We get our own Jacuzzi, right? And our own sauna?" Maru whispered. He moved his hand a bit harder, rolling the spot between the pads of his fingers. Rin moaned out a 'yes,' though whether or not she meant it as a response to his question, Maru wasn't sure. "Well, I'd like to visit the sauna first...we'll take a couple of towels to put on the wooden benches...I'm going to lie you down once the air inside is hot enough to blush your skin." Rin was weakly bucking against his hand, but listening to him all the same. "Then I'll open your thighs...and let the warm air roll over you...before tasting how warm your body is inside the heat of the room." Rin moaned softly, biting down on her lip. Maru rubbed faster, needing to join her soon.
"I'll...unnhhh...I'll be sure—to return the favor...I want to see what you look like...inside a sauna with your hair down and...unh...and with me on my knees in front of you...I want to see the look on your face," Rin breathlessly confessed. Maru tightened his arm around her and rapidly moved his fingers. Feeling how Rin's body flexed and then stiffened, Maru's length was hot and thick for her, needing satisfaction and needing it now. Rin's mouth was open but quiet, and she finally relaxed against her husband.
After some shifting, Rin's jeans and panties hung heavily from one of her ankles, Maru's arousal was free from his slacks, and Rin was braced over Maru's lap with her hands on the seat and her feet on the limousine floor. He held her open as she sunk down to the hilt of his body. Sighing, Maru held Rin tight against him, moving her body with his arms and bucking upwards. He spread his feet further apart, which opened up Rin's legs as well since they were draped over his own. Rin gripped his forearm tightly and set her other hand on her right thigh as he thrust harder.
Neither could speak...the tension was high and both were emotional from the special day. Rin could hear Maru's harsh breathing in her ear and became aware of how fast she was breathing. Maru realized how hot it felt inside the limo and could feel the bumps of the road underneath them as he pumped into Rin's body. Rin was conscious of the feel of Maru's slacks against her thighs and the way his member stretched her. Maru loved the way Rin smelled...she always wore that perfume for him. The slight weight of her body...She fits inside my arms so well. The searing sting of climax was clawing up his arousal, and Maru grunted into Rin's shoulder, trying to slow himself down.
So many feelings overwhelmed Rin at once—happiness from becoming a wife, Maru's wife; excitement from being alone with him and her two best friends for three weeks; and physical pleasure from making love with Maru. Rin held her mouth against Maru's neck and moaned into it as sensation found her. Her inner muscles throbbed heavily, and she felt Maru's arms tighten around her ribs as he climaxed into her. Gasping in breath, Rin ran her hand over her forehead, realizing that Maru's hand was still underneath her sweater, and seeing her left tennis shoe off to the side. Rin laughed a little, and said,
"Do you think this will tide you over until we get to the hotel?" Rin said, moving off of Maru and pulling her sweater down. Maru reached for some tissues on his side of the limo and handed her a few as he wiped the perspiration off of his face.
"I hope so...because I think it's unsafe to have sex in an airplane bathroom," Maru joked, dressing himself once again. Rin smiled, zipping up her jeans and pulling her hair back. She reached into the fridge next to her and pulled out the two bottles of water. Sitting next to Maru again, she handed him one and drank about half of her own. "Thirsty?" Maru said, opening his bottle.
"It's your fault," Rin answered, pouting. Sidling up to him, Rin set her arm around his shoulders and pulled herself close. "But I hope you always desire me. I love you, Maru." He held her jaw as he pressed a kiss to her lips, and then pulled back only an inch or so. The look on his face was intense, and Rin felt captivated by it.
"I love you, too. I'll always love you." Rin's eyes were shiny with tears but she held them back. Hugging her husband to her, Rin's heart felt full and warm. And she silently declared to herself, New York rocks!