Credits for the Heart

“Then tonight I shall take you…” teased Miroku in her ear softly as his shock quickly faded. Sango giggled as she was pinned to the bed and attacked with a lusty mouth…
“Silly houshi…” she teased back before being kissed deeply.

((Oh I love being mean now with my sex scenes, but I’ve decided to leave this one a little cleaner and more to the imagination of what they did. A lot of people have different view points and hopes for what will happen so now I give them that freedom…Don’t worry…it’ll get kinky for those of you who have no imagination))

*Pant…Pant…Pant…*

“Wow…*pant* that was…”
“Ya…I know…”
“We should…do it again some time…*pant*”
Miroku gently rolled off of her, removing himself from Sango’s depths as he did so. Sango was still holding onto his shoulders, enjoying the feeling of their hot and sweaty skin being pressed together. She then lightly brushed her fingers over the little cuts in his back from her finger-nails when they dug into him out of slight pain from being stretched wide by his loins.
“Want to…take a bath?” suggested Miroku as he kissed her sweaty forehead.
Sango nodded and raked a hand through his hair, though she didn’t want to get up from her secure and cozy spot with him. But Miroku slowly encouraged her out of bed and on to the floor, where she found that he legs were like jelly and if she let go of Miroku she would collapse onto the floor.
Miroku held onto her hips and let her lean on him till her legs could support her.
“This has got to be the best day ever…” she whispered softly as he opened the bathroom door and turned on the light. Sango sat down on the edge of the sink and watched him turn the shower on.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have a nice ass?” she teased as he turned to her and reached behind her to stroke her firm but soft rear. He chuckled before responding.
“Well, it is no where near as sexy as yours.” Said Miroku, as he picked her up and placed her in the shower.
Sango giggled, picked up a wash cloth and a bar of blue soap and rubbed the two together so she could wash Miroku off. Miroku grinned as he played with her now soaking hair, gently working out the tangles as she cleansed his slightly tanned skin. Sango reached out for the bottle of shampoo after setting down the wash-cloth, now wanting to play with his hair as well. She loved the shaggy length and texture of it. Miroku bent down so that his face was level with her chest. It was then; he saw the scar from the bullet up close for the first time. He stared at it, looking almost sorrowful. Miroku hadn’t given it much thought as he made love to her, he was rather occupied with other matters but now that his loins were resting he could think more with out them. He slowly nuzzled his cheek and nose against it and Sango’s arms fell around the top of his shoulders.
“I won’t let anybody hurt you again…” said Miroku as he kissed the scar lightly, her breast against his chin and throat.
“I know you won’t…” said Sango as she let him nestle his face between her hicky covered breasts.
Miroku purred as she placed some shampoo in his hair and worked it into a fine lather before letting the water rinse them clean of soap and sweat…

“I’ve got a surprise for you!” said Miroku as he got off the phone, already dressed for work.
“A surprise…why Miroku you shouldn’t have.” said Sango as she buttoned up her blouse. She was planning on job hunting today.
“*grin* Okay, so you know I work at a mechanics shop, cars and motorcycles, and it turns out that a few days ago the person who ran the front desk decided to quit. My boss has heard a lot about you while working with me and would love it if you came to work for him. All you have to do is help customers, organize paper work, and answer the phone and other odd jobs. It pays well and we can go to lunch together.” said Miroku winking at her.
“A-A job? Thank you so much!” said Sango as she tackled him and kissed his cheek.
Miroku smiled and hugged her tight, glad that he could help.
“So you really talk about me at work?” she asked as she blushed.
“All the time, one guy said that if I said one more word about that ass of yours he would- *ow*” said Miroku before Sango bit his lower lip cutely…

“Ah, Sango, it’s so nice to meet the girl who has been keeping Miroku’s mind so busy. I catch him almost daily day-dreaming.” chuckled a well built mechanic with a huge mustache.
“Hehehe…he’s kidding…” said Miroku.
“Anyways, this is Mr. Mizato, owner of Motor Madness and Mechanics.” Miroku said to Sango.
“I’ll be showing you what to do little missy. Now run along Miroku, we’ve got a truck in slot 4 that could really use your help.” said Mr. Mizato.
Miroku smiled a kissed Sango’s cheek before walking out to the large garage.
Sango blushed slightly and watched him leave.
“Such a nice boy…he really has changed for the better lately. Anyways, this will be your desk, you answer customers question, help them with paper work and help keep this place running smoothly. This is the rules, codes of conduct, how this place runs and usual questions that customers ask.” said Mr. Mizato, handing Sanger the book as she looked at the huge stacks of paper.
“Ms. Hirashi wasn’t very good with organization…” said Mr. Mizato with a cough.
“If you need any help, just buzz me by my pager, the number is on the desk.” said Mizato, before smiling and leaving.
“Well…better get to work…” said Sango, reaching for the first stack of papers and flipping open the binder label ‘Stuff’.

Sango looked up to see a grease covered Miroku walk trough the door, on a ten minuet break.
She laughed and called him a grease monkey.
Miroku grinned and threatened to hug her and share the grease.
“How are you always so clean when you get home?” she asked.
“Mr. Mizato installed a locker room a few years back so all his workers can shower if they want. I’m one of the only ones who uses it though.” said Miroku
Sango chuckled and suggested that he should use it.
“Only if you join me, Sango.” Miroku teased back.
Sango cocked a brow a looked around. There were no customers… and everyone else was on break…
“Sure, I’d love to help my dirty boy get clean.” said Sango before following him to the shower room.

Miroku sat down on the center bench and started taking off his shoes and he glanced up to see Sango already unhooking her bra.
-I wanted to do that…- he complained to himself before pouncing at her like a cat and grabbing the front of the bra, right between her breasts. Sango squeaked as she was pinned to the wall and his greasy arms went around her hips.
“You sound like a mouse…” he teased against her breast as he slowly pulled off her bra. Sango slipped her arms out of the straps and watched him toss it to the floor like the wrapping on a Christmas gift.
Sango shivered as his hands fell down to her knees and ran up her legs to find the rims of her stockings, hidden underneath her knee length skirt.
He was pleased to hear a gasp as he ran his tongue over a sensitive nipple, turning it with one touch from soft and pink to hard and red, then he did the same far the other nipple, his hands sliding down to her ankles with the stockings.
Sango smiled and opened his blue work shirt, exposing his thin wife beater. She moaned out softly as he suckled naughtily from one of her breasts and she ran her fingers through his hair.
“I should get dirty more often…” he teased as he reached up and stroked the insides of her thighs.
“I’ll be sure to wash you clean then…” said Sango softly, sounding as if she were in a heavenly bliss.
“And why is that?” he asked as he ran a single finger over her panties and made her shake.
“Because then you can get dirty again…” said Sango as Miroku rose up to kiss her, just at the right moment.
“*door opens* Hey Miroku, where have you-“said a co-worker as he walking into the room.
Miroku froze as Sango turned beet red.
“*moment of silence* … *bursts with laughter and leaves*” went the coworker.
“Miroku you dirty little dog…” he said as he laughed and went back to work.
Miroku looked up at Sango.
“…Maybe, we should get back to work…” said Miroku as he reached out and picked up Sango’s clothes, but when he looked back at her she grabbed his face and fell in to a sweet kiss, collapsing into his lap.
-Round two, ding ding ding!- thought Miroku.


((It's short, I know...but I had writers block for the longest time!))