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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
10,737
Reviews:
172
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The Reunion, Act II
A/N: So, you know how we build up situations in our minds and then when they actually happen it’s kinda like “Wow, that wasn’t such a big deal after all”? Um…yeah.
Yep. 28 is a very young age to be a professor at a university. That’s the exact same thing I said to my Theater History professor at ISU. But, you know, it’s nice to have a hot young professor teaching the class. Attendance is so much higher that way. :-)
Anyway, sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out to you. For some reason, this chapter was really hard for me to write and I can’t really figure out why. So, after much revision and a consultation with my beta, I bring you this. I hope it was worth the wait. I’ve already started to work on the next chapter, so hopefully it wont take as long as this one did. Hope it satisfies.
Contracting Love
By Ashes
Chapter 12: The Reunion, Act II
“Well, for one thing, I love her.”
The words spilled from his mouth before he had a chance to think about them. So taken back was he by them that he did not notice the skeptical look she gave him in response.
Could it really be true? Had such a shy, self-conscious woman managed to wrap herself around his heart so securely in so short a time? He looked past his interrogator to see her talking with another shorter red-headed woman.
She wasn’t really his type. She was taller than what he normally went for. Her hips were smaller. But she did have one luscious ass and a set of breasts that made his mouth water. Her laughter brightened the entire room, her smile turned him to mush. She had a spirit as wild and untamed as his own and her innocence intrigued him.
And she was smart. He could actually hold an intelligent conversation with her, unlike the debutants he usually ended up with. She loved life and she was extremely dedicated to her job and helping people. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her.
So, it was true then.
He was hooked.
He smiled at the woman frowning at him. “If you’ll excuse me, ladies. I believe my fiancé could do with a spin on the floor right about now.”
The women stared in amazement as he breezed past them without a second thought.
***
He’d been watching her from the corner for over an hour, having slipped in unnoticed. She had changed so much since he’d last seen her. She seemed more graceful now, more refined. She talked and laughed with a confidence he’d never seen in her before. Her smile sparkled from across the room, stirring old memories he’d thought long buried. Her body mesmerized him, sending chills up his spine.
This was not the same Sango Taijiya he’d known ten years ago. Gone was the shy and somewhat awkward girl he’d met in high school, the one who’d always stood demurely by his side, desperate for his attention. She’d never been able to satisfy his appetite back then. In truth, she’d never really been more than the sweet, quiet girl he’d brought home to his parents. She’d been good for his image. He’d always been more attracted to women with a fiery spirit.
And now, this new Sango seemed to have such a spirit. This was not Sango the girl. This was Sango Taijiya the woman. Her red dress hugged every curve of a body that had filled out just to his liking, lush curves swaying in the dim glow of the light.
He watched as she danced across the floor, oblivious to everyone else as lust pounded in his veins and made up his mind. His mouth twisted in a charming but cruel smile. Before the night was over, he’d sample this woman’s charms and feel the fire that burned within her.
He would have her. Of this, he was sure.
Naraku pushed himself away from the wall and moved confidently toward his latest conquest.
***
Sango laughed as Miroku twirled her one last time around the dance floor. He was an exquisite dancer. Sango had never thought herself all that graceful, but in his arms she was a goddess. He really knew how to make his partner look good.
The music was perfect. Artists like Frank Sinatra were mixed with blasts from her high school days like Nirvana. Miroku had been asked several times by other women to dance, and he’d graciously accepted, but always saved the best dances for her.
She had to admit to the stabs of jealousy she felt when he danced with the other women. Women fairly fawned all over him, swooning and giggling like they were still in high school. She didn’t notice how he purposely held the others farther away from him. She didn’t see the mischievous smile that played on his lips when he held her in his arms.
Miroku, for his part, was flattered by all the attention he was receiving, but remained strangely uninterested. Normally, all the female attention would have made his ego swell. But tonight there was only Sango, and she was the only one making any part of his body swell.
The last dance left her breathless in his arms. He pulled her close, brushing his lips against hers.
“Something to drink, my lady?”
She grinned, the jealousy he’d seen in her earlier gone. “I’d love one.”
He kissed the top of her nose. “Whatever my lady wishes. I’ll be back in a moment. Don’t go anywhere.”
***
She watched him approach the bar, ignoring the lustful stares the other women gave him. Gods, but that man had a gorgeous ass. She smiled to herself, imagining all the wicked things she’d like to do to him.
She was still smiling when she felt the tap on her shoulder and turned to find Naraku standing there.
He hadn’t changed much since she’d last seen him eight years ago. He still wore his hair long, still wore his smile arrogant. He’d gained some weight, but she had to admit it didn’t look bad on him. He wore a heather gray suit with a black tie. His hair gleamed as it flowed down his back and, although it looked slightly unkempt, she knew him well enough to know he’d probably spent hours getting it just right. Naraku had always been a perfectionist when it came to his looks. Once he’d spent an hour yelling at her for running her fingers through the perfectly-kept locks.
Strangely, or perhaps not so strangely, as she looked at the handsome man standing before her in his carefully chosen outfit and his perfect hair she found she was completely unattracted to him. In fact, she was having a rather difficult time remembering what had ever attracted her to him in the first place. He’d never cared about what she felt or even bothered to ask her opinion. He’d never been interested in what she wanted to do with her life, instead worrying about what she could do for him.
He’d never said she was pretty and had even gone so far as to tell her how to dress and what to eat. She couldn’t recall even one nice thing he’d ever said to her.
But Miroku thought she was pretty. Miroku asked her questions about herself and seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say. The blue-eyed man seemed to have a very hard time keeping his hands of her. He was always finding some way to touch her and could set her blood on fire with nothing more than a look.
Miroku never told her that her butt was too big or her hips too small. It didn’t seem to matter how she was dressed or how she wore her hair. He seemed to appreciate that she wasn’t some waifer-thin super model, and lavished attention on her more voluptuous parts.
And suddenly, with these realizations came the startling revelation that she didn’t care what Naraku thought of her. Without him in her life she’d been able to achieve her goal of working as an ADA. She had her own money, her own apartment. Sure, it wasn’t the life she’d once imagined having, but she’d changed. She loved her job and she loved her life.
She was a strong, independent, beautiful, smart, sexy *woman*.
And if it hadn’t been for Miroku’s persistence, she might never have grown to realize it. She was capable of getting anything she wanted.
And she wanted Miroku not Naraku.
“Hello, Sango.”
Sango smiled, her bitterness over him vanishing. “Hello, Naraku.”
“It’s been a long time.”
“Yes. It has.”
“You’re looking good.”
“Thank you. I feel good.” She paused and watched him looking her up and down. She knew that look in his eyes, knew what he was thinking. “So, what have you been up to lately?”
“Oh, you know,” he shrugged. “I did some modeling for a while, but it wasn’t really my thing. So I started my own company. We just went public about a month ago. Perhaps you’ve heard of us? The Fairbanks Group? It’s a consulting firm. We handle mergers between private companies and act as a mediator. Very lucrative.”
**I’ll just bet it is.** “Oh, right. I have heard of you. You’re handling the merger between Scicom and Bioinc, right?”
He smiled. “Yes. It’s been all over the news.”
Yes, it had. But only because the former CEO of Scicom had been arrested for fraud about three months ago and the shareholders had to sell the company in order to keep from going bankrupt. It was one of the cases that she would be sitting second chair on to prosecute.
Naraku went on to boast and brag about his life. It was clear he wasn’t going to ask her anything about herself or what she’d been doing with her life. She listened politely as he went on and on about how successful he was, all the while wondering where the hell Miroku was with her drink.
“Sounds like you’ve been doing well for yourself,” she said when he paused for breath.
His mouth turned up in a devilish smile, one that made her stomach turn to ice. “Hey, what do you say you and I get dinner some time? You know, talk, catch up on things. For old times sake.”
**Yeah, right.** “Sure.”
“Great. Well, it was nice seeing you Sango. Perhaps we can talk more later tonight. I’m in room 312.”
“Sure.” **As if I’m actually going to come to your room.**
“I’ll see you later tonight, then.” He touched her shoulder gently, snaking it down her arm as he walked past her. She suppressed a shiver as what felt like a thousand centipedes marched up and down her flesh. Naraku hadn’t changed a bit in all these years. He hadn’t heard a word she’d said, had barely even looked at her anywhere above her shoulders. And he still believed that she would follow him blindly like a puppy.
“Sure,” she whispered under her breath as he left her side, “right after hell freezes over and I fall down a magical well that transports me into another era.”
Sango watched Naraku saunter past her toward the bar and saw Miroku perched on one of the bar stools. Questioning eyes darted to Naraku and then back to her. She nodded and rolled her eyes. A mischievous smile spread across his lips. She almost felt sorry for Naraku.
…Almost.
***
Miroku watched Sango roll her eyes at the man who had just left her, the man who was now walking toward the bar and him. He smiled. This was going to be fun.
The infamous Naraku leaned against the bar next to him and ordered a G and T on the rocks. Both men then turned their attention back to Sango and watched her leave the banquet hall.
“She’s quite a woman, that one.” Miroku glanced at the man beside him.
Naraku eyed him suspiciously. “I don’t believe I know *you*.”
He smiled. “You wouldn’t. I didn’t go to high school here. The name’s Miroku.” He extended a friendly handshake. “I’m here with Sango Taijiya.”
Naraku raised one perfect eyebrow. “*You* know Sango?”
**This is gonna be good,** Miroku thought, a smile spreading slowly across his features. “I should hope so. She’s my fiancé.”
All pretense of friendliness, if there had been any to begin with, and curiosity instantly vanished from the other man’s features. His eyes hardened into a cold and somewhat disbelieving glare. “Fiancé?”
“Yep. We got engaged about two months ago. I never thought of myself as the marrying type, actually. I’d swore I’d be a bachelor for the rest of my life. But the moment I met Sango, all that changed.” He glanced adoringly toward where she’d vanished a moment before. “Everything changed as soon as she walked in to the room. I’d never seen a woman as beautiful. She had a fire and a passion unlike anyone I’d ever known. And yet, she somehow manages to keep a sense of innocence about her. And, let’s face it,” he winked, “she’s got a body that just doesn’t quit. All those curves…mmm. Drives a man crazy. You know what I mean? And she’s a demon in the sack.”
“Really?”
“Hell yeah! I mean, I’ve been with a lot of different women, believe you me. But they can’t hold a candle to what she can do. The woman’s insatiable. But it’s not just the sex. It’s everything. She makes me feel, for the first time in my life, like a man. She lets me do things for her, lets me protect her. But I know she can handle herself, too. Yep. She’s everything a man could possibly want in a woman. I’m damn lucky.”
Both men watched the lady in question reenter the room, stuffing something in her purse. Miroku saw the renewed interest on Naraku’s face. Jealousy snaked its way down his spine, coiling in a cold lump in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to grab the slimy sonofabitch by the throat and pound him in the face. Maybe Sango did deserve someone better than himself, but Naraku sure as hell wasn’t it.
Putting on a playful grin, he sighed. “Well, I’d better go join her before someone tries to steal her away from me.“ He winked at the cold-eyed Naraku. “A woman like that only comes around once in a lifetime, you know. I’d hate for her to realize she can do better and leave me stranded here.” With that, he left the bar, Sango’s drink in one hand, his empty glass forgotten on the bar.
Naraku watched, a scowl forming on his face.
***
Sango slipped the room key into her bag. When she’d RSVP’d for the reunion, the invitation had included with it a special price on a room for the evening for those from out of town. She wasn’t particularly looking forward to riding in a cab home alone tonight. Even if Miroku rode with her to say his last goodbye, she wasn’t entirely sure she could handle the trip home. She’d already had a little too much to drink and she was starting to feel a little tipsy. So she’d decided to go ahead and rent a room. That way, when he finally did walk out of her life forever, she could drink herself to sleep at the free mini-bar.
A shadow approached out of the corner of her eye. She looked up to see Miroku, a smile on his face and a drink in his hand. She smiled warmly back. “I hope you weren’t too hard on the poor guy.”
“My only goal, my dear Sango, was to make him realize just what he’d given up when he gave up you.” He handed her the drink and then snaked his arms around her waist, pulling her to him. He brought his head down, his lips grazing her neck, sending trails of heat over her body.
She shivered. “And, did it work?” she asked. “Did you accomplish your goal?”
“See for yourself,” he whispered.
Sango looked over his shoulder as he continued to wreak havoc on her body using his lips and hands. Naraku sat at the bar, a death grip on his drink, as he glared at the couple. Actually, his eyes were glued to Miroku. If looks could kill, her handsome blue-eyed escort would have been burned alive and eaten with relish. His eyes shifted and locked with Sango’s, and for a moment she thought she saw regret there.
Yeah. It had definitely worked.
***
A/N: …Yeah…
Yep. 28 is a very young age to be a professor at a university. That’s the exact same thing I said to my Theater History professor at ISU. But, you know, it’s nice to have a hot young professor teaching the class. Attendance is so much higher that way. :-)
Anyway, sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out to you. For some reason, this chapter was really hard for me to write and I can’t really figure out why. So, after much revision and a consultation with my beta, I bring you this. I hope it was worth the wait. I’ve already started to work on the next chapter, so hopefully it wont take as long as this one did. Hope it satisfies.
Contracting Love
By Ashes
Chapter 12: The Reunion, Act II
“Well, for one thing, I love her.”
The words spilled from his mouth before he had a chance to think about them. So taken back was he by them that he did not notice the skeptical look she gave him in response.
Could it really be true? Had such a shy, self-conscious woman managed to wrap herself around his heart so securely in so short a time? He looked past his interrogator to see her talking with another shorter red-headed woman.
She wasn’t really his type. She was taller than what he normally went for. Her hips were smaller. But she did have one luscious ass and a set of breasts that made his mouth water. Her laughter brightened the entire room, her smile turned him to mush. She had a spirit as wild and untamed as his own and her innocence intrigued him.
And she was smart. He could actually hold an intelligent conversation with her, unlike the debutants he usually ended up with. She loved life and she was extremely dedicated to her job and helping people. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her.
So, it was true then.
He was hooked.
He smiled at the woman frowning at him. “If you’ll excuse me, ladies. I believe my fiancé could do with a spin on the floor right about now.”
The women stared in amazement as he breezed past them without a second thought.
***
He’d been watching her from the corner for over an hour, having slipped in unnoticed. She had changed so much since he’d last seen her. She seemed more graceful now, more refined. She talked and laughed with a confidence he’d never seen in her before. Her smile sparkled from across the room, stirring old memories he’d thought long buried. Her body mesmerized him, sending chills up his spine.
This was not the same Sango Taijiya he’d known ten years ago. Gone was the shy and somewhat awkward girl he’d met in high school, the one who’d always stood demurely by his side, desperate for his attention. She’d never been able to satisfy his appetite back then. In truth, she’d never really been more than the sweet, quiet girl he’d brought home to his parents. She’d been good for his image. He’d always been more attracted to women with a fiery spirit.
And now, this new Sango seemed to have such a spirit. This was not Sango the girl. This was Sango Taijiya the woman. Her red dress hugged every curve of a body that had filled out just to his liking, lush curves swaying in the dim glow of the light.
He watched as she danced across the floor, oblivious to everyone else as lust pounded in his veins and made up his mind. His mouth twisted in a charming but cruel smile. Before the night was over, he’d sample this woman’s charms and feel the fire that burned within her.
He would have her. Of this, he was sure.
Naraku pushed himself away from the wall and moved confidently toward his latest conquest.
***
Sango laughed as Miroku twirled her one last time around the dance floor. He was an exquisite dancer. Sango had never thought herself all that graceful, but in his arms she was a goddess. He really knew how to make his partner look good.
The music was perfect. Artists like Frank Sinatra were mixed with blasts from her high school days like Nirvana. Miroku had been asked several times by other women to dance, and he’d graciously accepted, but always saved the best dances for her.
She had to admit to the stabs of jealousy she felt when he danced with the other women. Women fairly fawned all over him, swooning and giggling like they were still in high school. She didn’t notice how he purposely held the others farther away from him. She didn’t see the mischievous smile that played on his lips when he held her in his arms.
Miroku, for his part, was flattered by all the attention he was receiving, but remained strangely uninterested. Normally, all the female attention would have made his ego swell. But tonight there was only Sango, and she was the only one making any part of his body swell.
The last dance left her breathless in his arms. He pulled her close, brushing his lips against hers.
“Something to drink, my lady?”
She grinned, the jealousy he’d seen in her earlier gone. “I’d love one.”
He kissed the top of her nose. “Whatever my lady wishes. I’ll be back in a moment. Don’t go anywhere.”
***
She watched him approach the bar, ignoring the lustful stares the other women gave him. Gods, but that man had a gorgeous ass. She smiled to herself, imagining all the wicked things she’d like to do to him.
She was still smiling when she felt the tap on her shoulder and turned to find Naraku standing there.
He hadn’t changed much since she’d last seen him eight years ago. He still wore his hair long, still wore his smile arrogant. He’d gained some weight, but she had to admit it didn’t look bad on him. He wore a heather gray suit with a black tie. His hair gleamed as it flowed down his back and, although it looked slightly unkempt, she knew him well enough to know he’d probably spent hours getting it just right. Naraku had always been a perfectionist when it came to his looks. Once he’d spent an hour yelling at her for running her fingers through the perfectly-kept locks.
Strangely, or perhaps not so strangely, as she looked at the handsome man standing before her in his carefully chosen outfit and his perfect hair she found she was completely unattracted to him. In fact, she was having a rather difficult time remembering what had ever attracted her to him in the first place. He’d never cared about what she felt or even bothered to ask her opinion. He’d never been interested in what she wanted to do with her life, instead worrying about what she could do for him.
He’d never said she was pretty and had even gone so far as to tell her how to dress and what to eat. She couldn’t recall even one nice thing he’d ever said to her.
But Miroku thought she was pretty. Miroku asked her questions about herself and seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say. The blue-eyed man seemed to have a very hard time keeping his hands of her. He was always finding some way to touch her and could set her blood on fire with nothing more than a look.
Miroku never told her that her butt was too big or her hips too small. It didn’t seem to matter how she was dressed or how she wore her hair. He seemed to appreciate that she wasn’t some waifer-thin super model, and lavished attention on her more voluptuous parts.
And suddenly, with these realizations came the startling revelation that she didn’t care what Naraku thought of her. Without him in her life she’d been able to achieve her goal of working as an ADA. She had her own money, her own apartment. Sure, it wasn’t the life she’d once imagined having, but she’d changed. She loved her job and she loved her life.
She was a strong, independent, beautiful, smart, sexy *woman*.
And if it hadn’t been for Miroku’s persistence, she might never have grown to realize it. She was capable of getting anything she wanted.
And she wanted Miroku not Naraku.
“Hello, Sango.”
Sango smiled, her bitterness over him vanishing. “Hello, Naraku.”
“It’s been a long time.”
“Yes. It has.”
“You’re looking good.”
“Thank you. I feel good.” She paused and watched him looking her up and down. She knew that look in his eyes, knew what he was thinking. “So, what have you been up to lately?”
“Oh, you know,” he shrugged. “I did some modeling for a while, but it wasn’t really my thing. So I started my own company. We just went public about a month ago. Perhaps you’ve heard of us? The Fairbanks Group? It’s a consulting firm. We handle mergers between private companies and act as a mediator. Very lucrative.”
**I’ll just bet it is.** “Oh, right. I have heard of you. You’re handling the merger between Scicom and Bioinc, right?”
He smiled. “Yes. It’s been all over the news.”
Yes, it had. But only because the former CEO of Scicom had been arrested for fraud about three months ago and the shareholders had to sell the company in order to keep from going bankrupt. It was one of the cases that she would be sitting second chair on to prosecute.
Naraku went on to boast and brag about his life. It was clear he wasn’t going to ask her anything about herself or what she’d been doing with her life. She listened politely as he went on and on about how successful he was, all the while wondering where the hell Miroku was with her drink.
“Sounds like you’ve been doing well for yourself,” she said when he paused for breath.
His mouth turned up in a devilish smile, one that made her stomach turn to ice. “Hey, what do you say you and I get dinner some time? You know, talk, catch up on things. For old times sake.”
**Yeah, right.** “Sure.”
“Great. Well, it was nice seeing you Sango. Perhaps we can talk more later tonight. I’m in room 312.”
“Sure.” **As if I’m actually going to come to your room.**
“I’ll see you later tonight, then.” He touched her shoulder gently, snaking it down her arm as he walked past her. She suppressed a shiver as what felt like a thousand centipedes marched up and down her flesh. Naraku hadn’t changed a bit in all these years. He hadn’t heard a word she’d said, had barely even looked at her anywhere above her shoulders. And he still believed that she would follow him blindly like a puppy.
“Sure,” she whispered under her breath as he left her side, “right after hell freezes over and I fall down a magical well that transports me into another era.”
Sango watched Naraku saunter past her toward the bar and saw Miroku perched on one of the bar stools. Questioning eyes darted to Naraku and then back to her. She nodded and rolled her eyes. A mischievous smile spread across his lips. She almost felt sorry for Naraku.
…Almost.
***
Miroku watched Sango roll her eyes at the man who had just left her, the man who was now walking toward the bar and him. He smiled. This was going to be fun.
The infamous Naraku leaned against the bar next to him and ordered a G and T on the rocks. Both men then turned their attention back to Sango and watched her leave the banquet hall.
“She’s quite a woman, that one.” Miroku glanced at the man beside him.
Naraku eyed him suspiciously. “I don’t believe I know *you*.”
He smiled. “You wouldn’t. I didn’t go to high school here. The name’s Miroku.” He extended a friendly handshake. “I’m here with Sango Taijiya.”
Naraku raised one perfect eyebrow. “*You* know Sango?”
**This is gonna be good,** Miroku thought, a smile spreading slowly across his features. “I should hope so. She’s my fiancé.”
All pretense of friendliness, if there had been any to begin with, and curiosity instantly vanished from the other man’s features. His eyes hardened into a cold and somewhat disbelieving glare. “Fiancé?”
“Yep. We got engaged about two months ago. I never thought of myself as the marrying type, actually. I’d swore I’d be a bachelor for the rest of my life. But the moment I met Sango, all that changed.” He glanced adoringly toward where she’d vanished a moment before. “Everything changed as soon as she walked in to the room. I’d never seen a woman as beautiful. She had a fire and a passion unlike anyone I’d ever known. And yet, she somehow manages to keep a sense of innocence about her. And, let’s face it,” he winked, “she’s got a body that just doesn’t quit. All those curves…mmm. Drives a man crazy. You know what I mean? And she’s a demon in the sack.”
“Really?”
“Hell yeah! I mean, I’ve been with a lot of different women, believe you me. But they can’t hold a candle to what she can do. The woman’s insatiable. But it’s not just the sex. It’s everything. She makes me feel, for the first time in my life, like a man. She lets me do things for her, lets me protect her. But I know she can handle herself, too. Yep. She’s everything a man could possibly want in a woman. I’m damn lucky.”
Both men watched the lady in question reenter the room, stuffing something in her purse. Miroku saw the renewed interest on Naraku’s face. Jealousy snaked its way down his spine, coiling in a cold lump in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to grab the slimy sonofabitch by the throat and pound him in the face. Maybe Sango did deserve someone better than himself, but Naraku sure as hell wasn’t it.
Putting on a playful grin, he sighed. “Well, I’d better go join her before someone tries to steal her away from me.“ He winked at the cold-eyed Naraku. “A woman like that only comes around once in a lifetime, you know. I’d hate for her to realize she can do better and leave me stranded here.” With that, he left the bar, Sango’s drink in one hand, his empty glass forgotten on the bar.
Naraku watched, a scowl forming on his face.
***
Sango slipped the room key into her bag. When she’d RSVP’d for the reunion, the invitation had included with it a special price on a room for the evening for those from out of town. She wasn’t particularly looking forward to riding in a cab home alone tonight. Even if Miroku rode with her to say his last goodbye, she wasn’t entirely sure she could handle the trip home. She’d already had a little too much to drink and she was starting to feel a little tipsy. So she’d decided to go ahead and rent a room. That way, when he finally did walk out of her life forever, she could drink herself to sleep at the free mini-bar.
A shadow approached out of the corner of her eye. She looked up to see Miroku, a smile on his face and a drink in his hand. She smiled warmly back. “I hope you weren’t too hard on the poor guy.”
“My only goal, my dear Sango, was to make him realize just what he’d given up when he gave up you.” He handed her the drink and then snaked his arms around her waist, pulling her to him. He brought his head down, his lips grazing her neck, sending trails of heat over her body.
She shivered. “And, did it work?” she asked. “Did you accomplish your goal?”
“See for yourself,” he whispered.
Sango looked over his shoulder as he continued to wreak havoc on her body using his lips and hands. Naraku sat at the bar, a death grip on his drink, as he glared at the couple. Actually, his eyes were glued to Miroku. If looks could kill, her handsome blue-eyed escort would have been burned alive and eaten with relish. His eyes shifted and locked with Sango’s, and for a moment she thought she saw regret there.
Yeah. It had definitely worked.
***
A/N: …Yeah…