"You can't write off a day spa," Sango argued, pushing her glasses further up on her nose. "Or massage oil."

"But it was a business expense!" her husband argued. She raised an eyebrow at him. "I was in the business of seducing my beautiful wife."

Even after five years of marriage, Sango felt her cheeks heat, the memory of what had happened after they'd used the massage oil flashing through her mind. "And when the government audits you and asks for proof?"

Miroku's smile faltered. "Let me get back to you on that."

Rolling her eyes, not for the first time that afternoon, she returned to the pile of receipts. "You know, you could make my job easier by actually sorting these when you first get them." A shiver ran down her spine at the soft chuckle that escaped his lips.

"But then I wouldn't get to ogle you in those sexy glasses of yours."

Sango rolled up one of the larger receipts and threw it at him. "Would you be serious for once!"

He gracefully dodged the projectile, eyes twinkling. "But my dear Sango, I am being serious. You are seriously sexy when you wear those glasses."

"You say that about everything that I wear."

"And you have yet to believe me." He got to his feet, hands sliding up her shoulders to massage the tense muscles at the back of her neck. Sango's head lulled to the side, whimpering as he found a particularly tight knot.

"Take a break," he murmured, leaning down to kiss behind her ear.

"We have to get this done. Your finances are already late—" She hissed as his tongue swirled over the shell of her ear, hands sliding over her shoulders to cup her breasts. "That's not fair."

"When have I ever played fair?" he whispered, pulling her to her feet. Sango pursed her lips, then went to remove her glasses, only to have Miroku push her hand away, the blue frames sitting on the bridge of her nose.

"Leave them on."