CHAPTER 13

The Day of Love

(Sango and Miroku)

"Mom, auntie, I'm off!" Shippou yelled from the living room,

"Did you pack everything you need?" Kagome walked into the living room,

"Yes, I did," Shippou pointed at his large tog bag, "The whole school is gonna be there, so I'll borrow if I need anything,"

Kagome sighed, "Alright, when will you be home?"

"About 10ish tonight," Shippou pleaded with his eyes,

Luckily, I knew these kids like soccer, she smiled to herself,

"Alright, just be quite when you come in. You know how the landlady gets," Kagome pecked him on the forehead,

Shippou opened the front door, revealing two of his friends arriving to take him to the dome.

"Have fun," Kagome yelled after them, the three just waved and continued down the steps.

"How do I look?" Sango came dancing into the kitchen, Kagome was finishing up their basket.

"Wow, Sango, you look stunning!" Kagome tilted her head to the side, smiling wide,

"Well, he likes purple, so," Sango blushed at her beautiful spring dress; it was lilac and decorated with white flowers,

"He will love it just as much as he loves you," Kagome leaned against the countertop,

Sango looks so happy, I have not seen her like this in a while...

"I'm so jealous," Kagome admitted, Sango frowned, "Miroku is very straight forward with his feelings for you, I just wish, oh I don't know,"

"You wish Sesshomaru could more open about his feeling?" Sango completed her thoughts,

"I guess, I don't know. He is sweet and nice but never really does... you know... THAT,"

Sango blushed deeply. Just do not know how much more of THAT I can take before I explode, Sango sighed to herself.

A knock on the door startled them both,

"Coming!" Kagome called to the door, "I'll get that," she ran to the door, Sango ducked back into her room,

"Oh, good morning Miroku, how are you?" Kagome smiled up at the dark haired man,

"Morning, these are for you," Miroku gave her a small, yet beautiful bouquet of pink and white roses,

"Why thank you... If mine is this lovely, then I can't wait to see Sango's" she winked at him, stepping aside, and allowing him to enter.

Kagome's mouth dropped to the floor when she saw Sango's bouquet. She put her flowers in a vase and Miroku took a seat. He was dressed in a tightly fitted jean, revealing his well-formed legs. His light purple shirt was undone at the top, revealing his collarbone.

"Well, if your gift doesn't get her attention, your attire might," Kagome teased,

Miroku blushed ferociously when he realised that she knew why he had picked his outfit as such,

"Well, we are technically together, and she seemed to have taken a liking to this attire,"

"Who wouldn't?" Sango stood in the passage, Miroku rose slowly,

He had never before seen such a beauty, yes, he knew Sango was beautiful, but wow, right now, she took his breath away,

"Sango, you look amazing," he covered the room in a few long strides, taking her hands in his,

"Thank you, you look very nice as well," Sango blushed,

He pressed their bodies together in a tight hug,

"I am the luckiest man alive," he kissed her lips softly, "Ready to leave?"

Sango nodded, Miroku took the basket from Kagome, who just smiled at them like an idiot. The couple left, leaving Kagome home alone.

When Sango and Miroku reached his car, he opened the door for her and closed it. While walking around the car, Sango saw him type something on his cell phone.

"And that?" Sango asked, frowning slightly,

"Oh nothing to worry about," he kissed her forehead, started the car, and they left.

Sango and Miroku chatted and laughed the whole way to their destination. The two hour drive felt like a few minutes to the couple. They discussed so many things and noticed that they knew each other much better than they thought.

Even though Miroku would not admit it in public, but Sango knew his favourite colour was a dark, royal purple. Miroku told Sango he knew her favourite colour was pink, due to her eye makeup always being, or having a tint of pink.

They also discovered new things about each other. Miroku was happy to know that Sango wasn't an only child like he was. He was even more delighted that it was a younger brother. Someone he could form a brotherly bond with. He admitted shyly, that he always wanted a younger brother.

"I will be delighted to introduce you two," she smiled brightly.

Sango knew Kohaku always wanted more siblings – brothers. That is why Shippou, Souta and he got along so well.

"So where is he?" Miroku kept his eyes on the road, and one hand on hers. He occasionally glanced at her.

"He is studying with Kagome's younger brother, Souta," she looked out the window. She was not looking forward to this topic.

"Ah, I see," Miroku squeezed her hand before letting go to change gears,

"I understand that their mother passed?"

Sango just nodded. This is not my place she thought in a slight panic.

"Sango, we won't discuss Kagome's life. Do not worry," he took her hand, brought it to his mouth and kissed it softly,

"Besides, this is our day. My day to show you how much you mean to me," he grinned and Sango blushed deeply,

"Should I be scared?" she gulped.

A few moments later, they turned onto a familiar road. It lead to a small clearing, which had various trails hikers could follow. Sango smiled brightly, this was her happy place. She didn't notice it, but Miroku was studying her face and posture. She was relaxing greatly, which made him happy. He loved Sango, and he would prove it to her ... today ...

Miroku got out of the car first, walking around it and opened the door for Sango. He helped her out of the car. The top of her dress clung to her form tightly. Miroku could feel a twitch in his tight jeans. When she was completely out, he pulled her into another tight hug, pressing her body hard against his own. Sango gasped and blushed, Miroku studied her eyes for any objection. There was non.

"You are really beautiful, Sango," Miroku spoke softly,

"T-thank you," Sango blushed deeper, "the dress is new-"

"Not just today, my sweet Sango, but any and everyday," he dropped his head to hers, kissing her passionately. Sango eagerly replied.

When they broke the kiss, Miroku kissed her forehead, making her giggle.

"We best get going," he spoke against her skin, making her shiver slightly,

"Yes," she breathed, and they got the basket and blanket from the car.

Miroku decided to carry both, allowing Sango to walk ahead slightly. She was chatting excitedly, sharing her knowledge of the area with him. He smiled, listening intensely. The trail was not difficult. It was pleasant. Allowing the person to take their time, clearing their head and not work hard. Miroku could see why she enjoyed this trail so much. It was beautiful. Her dress matched the small, purple blossoms forming on the trees. Then they reached their final destination...

Sango stopped dead in her tracks. Her mouth agape, her hands shot up to her face. Miroku giggled slyly behind her.

"I take it you like it?" Miroku whispered in her ear, standing behind her.

"Miroku! You did this?" she turned her head to look at him, he was smiling softly at her,

Tears filled her eyes as she looked back. The natural clearing by the stream was cleaned of all dead plant matter from the passing winter. Even though it was only the start of spring, it looked like summer. The plants where in full bloom and thriving. It was green and it was healthy. Under a tree, closest to the water, there was a small area set up for them. There was a small wooden table and two wooden chairs. There was a pile of wood for a small fire. Flowers decorated the tree as well as the ground.

"This, this is amazing!" Sango breathed finally, "So when you, I mean, your phone, and-"

"Yes, I was checking if everything was ready for our arrival," Sango hugged him tightly,

"Thank you! This is so beautiful," she felt tears running down her face,

"No need my sweet Sango, I simply asked them to clear it up a bit,"

"A bit?" she sniffed, "You made them go out of their way!"

"Only the best for you, Sango," he lifted her chin and kissed her deeply.

They set up the table with all the things in their little basket. There was juices, fruits, deserts, cold meats, cheeses.

"Kagome really out done herself this time," Sango sighed,

"She cares, Sango," Miroku hugged her from behind, Sango rested her head against his shoulder. Sango sighed and smiled. THIS is so perfect she mused.

Miroku took her hand and helped her sit on the little wooden chair. They started snacking on some of the meats and cheeses; giggling and talking away.

They each took a fruit and Miroku motioned towards the stream. He took her hand, and led her down.

"This place is beautiful Sango," he said as she sat down by the bed,

"I know right?" she chimed, looking at the crystal clear water, "I come here to think or sometimes just to be here,"

"It is beautiful, but-" Sango looked up at him worried, he kept his gaze overhead,

"It is nothing compared to you," he smiled down at her, making her blush again.

He sat down, taking one of her small hands in his own. He started to play with her fingers. Sango studied his movements. She wondered what he had up his sleeve. She wondered what he was planning for the day.

She watched as he turned her hand around, making her palm visible. He traced the lines softly with his fingers. The soft contact between them made her shiver with delight. Goosebumps ran up her arm and to her neck. He was so gentle.

"Hmmm," Miroku broke the silence, a frown appearing on his forehead.

"What's the matter?" Sango straightened up her posture,

"Very interesting," he looked at her palm, then at her worried eyes,

"You know Sango, according to your palm," he shifted his weight onto one side. Making him face her, she gulped. He reads palms? She felt anxious.

"You will marry a very handsome man, with dark hair and eyes. He loves you very much, and I think this line," he traced a small line on her hand, "means that you love him just as much," he grinned and she blushed softly,

"What else?" she asked shyly, she knew he could read pal-

"Oh goodness!" he looked surprised, but an evil grin spread on his lips,

"What?" she peeked through her fringe,

"This line here," he started tracing a very long, imaginary line, from the tip of her middle finger to her wrist, he could see the goose bumps on her skin,

"Means there will be lots of children in your future," he pressed his lips against her palm, making her gasp.

"Oh really?" she shifted her own weight, lying down on one side, not taking her hand from his grip,

"And when will I be meeting this dream man with dark hair and eyes," she could feel her need for his grow in the pit of her stomach,

"Your palm said your already did," his mouth moved in soft kissed to her wrist,

"Oh really?" she watched him with intent,

"Hmmm," he breathed against her skin,

"And all my children?" she giggled, "When will they be arriving,"

"As soon as you wish," he started planting small kisses up her arm.

Miroku scooted closer as he reached her upper arm, and finally her neck. Sango automatically moved closer to his body, pressing slightly against his. He kissed the bare skin behind her ear and she moaned softly in his ear. This made his need harden almost completely. Her eyes grew wide when she felt it press against her stomach.

"Miroku!" she gasped playfully,

"You do this to me, my beautiful Sango," he kissed her cheek, then her forehead.

He looked into her brown eyes. Smiled and kissed her hard. Their need for each other made them kiss each other harder and longer. They broke their kiss, both panting slightly. Miroku's free hand rested on the curve of her hip. It moved up her side slowly, he did not once break eye contact with her. She could see lust and need in his dark eyes, and she was pretty sure he saw the same in her eyes.

His hand moved swiftly up her arm and to her shoulder, then descended to her chest. He lingered above her mounds. He could feel her heart beat against his palm. Sango momentarily forgot how to breath. His touch feels so right against my skin she thought, nodding to allow him access.

His fingers softly moved over the cloth of her dress, making her gasp with pleasure.

"Hmmm," he grinned sheepishly,

He tilted her chin up slightly, exposing her slender neck to his view. He pressed his mouth against her throat and kissed softly. He felt the goose bumps spread under his touch. Soft moans escaped her lips.

He chuckled to himself, allowing himself to descend to her chest. He planted soft kissed from her neck and across her chest, making her buck her hips painfully against his need. He wanted her. he wanted to take her right then and there. However, he knew he could not. He did not want to expose her to the world. He wanted to be selfish and keep her to himself. His free hand moved to one of her breasts. He massaged it softly through the fabric of her dress. Her moans where getting louder. He lifted his mouth to hers and enveloped her lips with his. She was moaning into his mouth as he continued massaging away, shifting between the two.

He felt her weight drop slightly, and he broke the contact. Sango's eyes were filled with a need he has never seen before. She lowered herself to the ground, lying on her back, inviting him with her eyes. He also laid down beside her, on one side. He propped himself up on one elbow, taking in her form. Her legs slightly bend, her dress pulled up slightly (on purpose) to reveal her shapely legs.

"Sango," he whispered her name, toying with a lost lock of hair.

"Please Miroku," she begged with her eyes,

"We can't-"

"Stop rejecting me!" she pleaded,

He suddenly kissed her hard, pulling her body against his. Their fingers entwined in each other's hair. Sango wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him on top of hers. Miroku let out a soft growl against her lips, and the kiss broke.

"I don't want to take you in public," he said difficultly, breathing hard,

"You are more special than that. I want you to be mine and mine alone. No eyes will ever see you in such a way again," his eyes seemed to have turned black with lust.

"Miroku," Sango let her fingers trace his cheek, he leaned into her touch,

"I WANT you Sango! Oh Kami, you have no idea how badly," he pressed his need against her to prove his words. Her eyes widened.

"I want to explode with need for you. But I don't want you to regret anything,"

"Who said I would?" she whispered, "There is no one here today,"

"Sango, this is a public-"

"I also own a phone," a sinister grin spread on her lips,

"You made them close this place for a day?" Miroku was dumbfounded,

"Why Sango," a devilish grin spread on his own lips,

"I never knew you wanted me like THAT," he kissed her lips softly.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down hard.

"You have no idea," she kissed him hard, he didn't notice her leg movement, until she rolled them over. He was on his back and she on top of him. she giggled at his surprise.

"Sango," he was really surprised,

"You, Miroku will pay for all your teasing," she warned dangerously,

Miroku lay back, placing his hand behind his head. He was intrigued with her and this new development. Sango leaned down, nipping softly at his ears. His hands pulled out from under his head; one resting on the curve of her back and the other, into her hair. She grinned her hips against his growing need as she kissed his neck. A soft growl escaped his lips and his hand pressed her down onto him even more.

She smiled; Pay back is a bitch she giggled to herself.

When she got to undoing his shirt, she wasn't so confident anymore. She remembered the feel of his warm body again her hands. But, every incident before, there was a cloth barrier between them. Her hands shook slightly as she struggled with the first button. Sango felt his hand move away from her hair. It came into view when he placed his hand over hers.

"Sango, my love, if you are not ready,"

"No! No, I want to," she tried to free her hands, Miroku smiled softly at her,

"I have a better idea," he shifted and rolled her onto her back,

"I'm sorry," she felt tears well up in her eyes,

"No my darling. It is all right. Besides," he shifted his weight, pressing his still hard need against her,

"We have all the time in the world to get use to each other," he smiled and she nodded.

Miroku kissed her lovingly again and she replied. But this softness was short-lived. Once Sango's fingers found his jet-black hair, their need took over again.

Miroku softly rocked and pressed himself against her burning core, teasing her. He muffled her moans with his mouth and sinister chuckles. He kept kissing her as her fingers released his hair and slowly traced down his neck, shoulders and then chest. She started undoing his shirt buttons with more ease. She pushed his shirt over and off his shoulders. Goose bumps spread over his newly exposed skin. She ran her hands over his back. She traced all the rises and falls of his back muscles. She giggled as she felt him shudder under her fingertips.

She broke the kiss and laid her head back. He kissed her, making her moan softly again. He shifted his weight again, allowing his one hand freedom to explore her body. As he kissed her neck, he started fondling her one breast again.

"Hmmm," he breathed against her neck, lifting his head.

"Don't stop?" she pleased softly.

He grinned, and pulled her up slightly. He found the zipper on the back of her dress. He kissed her softly, while pulling it down. She gasped as the cool air brushed against her skin. He pulled the fabric forward, making her dress unhook from her shoulders. He tucked his shirt behind her, before laying her down on it.

Miroku pulled the top part of her dress down to her middle, exposing her bare chest, breasts and stomach to his view. His need twitched painfully again. Her arms instinctively covered her breasts. But Miroku slowly and gently moved her arms, and pinned them above her head with one hand.

"No fair," Sango struggled playfully under his weight,

"What you do to me is not fair," his voice was husk.

Sango giggled as he lowered his head to her neck and nipped playfully at her collarbone.

His free hand traced a finger over her light purple, lacy bra. It was strapless, and elegant. He released her hands and reached behind her, undoing it with one hand. Sango gasped as her swollen mounds was released from their confinement. Miroku removed her bra slowly, allowing the soft material to brush her perked nipples.

Miroku softly suckled on one, Sango's body bucked hard underneath him. He grinned and pressed her down gently with his free hand. He used his free hand to play with the other. Sango bit her lip hard. This feeling he created was intense. She had never felt like this before. She could feel her core turn to liquid. She didn't know how much longer she would be able to keep quiet.

Miroku stopped, and Sango's eyes shot open.

"Oh dear," he looked concerned, she looked around.

"Oh no! When did it get so late?" she felt herself reach for the fabric of her dress.

The sky has gone slightly yellow with the afternoons approach.

"Shall we continue elsewhere? It is going to get chilly," Miroku pressed his forehead against hers.

"Yeah, I think that might be best," Sango smiled, feeling her face warm up.

She sat up straight, replacing her bra. She started dressing again, when Miroku turned her around and zipped up her dress. He kissed her shoulders lovingly. Savouring the taste of her skin. Sango leaned into him again. He kissed her neck softly.

"Miroku, will you help me pack up please," she asked, his kisses subsided slightly,

"Of course," he kissed her cheek.

"Let's get going,"

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