Contracting Love

A/N: I know this chapter took a long time to get out. But, you know, life happens. Am I right, or am I right? The name of this chapter comes from a song by Ryan Cabrera called “Fall Baby Fall” (ironic, isn’t it?) from his CD *You Stand Watching*. The words are awesome and they seem to fit this chapter…plus Ryan Cabrera is really hot. Especially in the pictures in the lyric book… ooh…he’s like a sad/prepy punk. Wait…does that mean he’s Emo? I don’t know. Anyway, don’t give up on me guys. I’m still writing and I *am* going to finish this story. I have to otherwise Vivienne will kill me. Plus, I have two more stories in this world to write. Oops, was I not supposed to tell that?
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Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. I just use them for my own sadistic purposes…hehehe

WARNING!!: This chapter is a lemon. That means that if you're not of age, don't read it. This chapter contains adult content that is not suitable for some readers...though i guess you're not supposed to even be on this site if you're not of age... hm... Consider yourself warned.

Chapter 14: Fall Baby Fall

**Farewell, my beautiful, brave Lady. I’ll never forget you.**

Bewildered, and a little heartbroken himself, Miroku shoved a hand in his pocket and turned the door handle. He stopped when he felt the slick, small packet and frowned. He didn’t have to look at it to know what it was. After all, there were certain “tools of the trade” that he was accustomed to carrying with him. However, the tux he was wearing had been dry-cleaned the day before and he had purposely neglected to stock up on said tools when taking Sango out to avoid temptation. How then…?

Inuyasha.

That crafty bastard must have slipped the condoms into his pocket at some point during the night. But why? Sango was one of Inuyasha’s best friends; he’d said so himself. And when he’d found out that Miroku had oh-so-innocently spent the night at her apartment, he’d threatened the poor man with death if he ever did anything to hurt her. Was this Inuyasha’s way of giving his blessing, so to speak?

His brow furrowed in hard concentration, his grip tightening on the door handle. He could do exactly what he’d intended to and leave, removing himself from her life forever. It would hurt her but she would eventually move on with her life. He wasn’t sure he would. Or, he could stay and maybe, just maybe…

The door shut with a soft click before his mind had a chance to turn against him. A glimmer of hope had found its way into his heart and he would be damned if he was going to stomp it out himself. He would make her throw him out, but he wasn’t leaving without a fight.

Sango heard the closing of the door and almost fell to pieces right there. He was gone. Her shoulders slumped and her face fell apart, but she did her best to hold the tears at bay just a little while longer. Just until he got down the hall, she told herself. Just until he was out of hearing distance.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed her shoulder and before she could process what was going on she found herself locked in a passionate embrace with the very person she’d thought was gone from her life for good. Miroku’s mouth played havoc with hers and her mind reeled with the effects. Her eyes began to focus as he pulled away, still close enough that she could feel his hot breath on her skin, and he reached a hand up to caress her cheek.

“Miroku…what…?”

His body felt on fire to have her pressed against him so. To hear her whisper, her voice heavy with passion and confusion, made him decide they were wearing far too many clothes for what he had in mind. “Just follow my lead, Sango,” he whispered.

He didn’t kiss her, but stayed close enough that the promise was there. Keeping her steady with one hand, he slowly unzipped the back of her dress and leaned back just enough to let the dress fall in a soft heap at her feet.

“So lovely,” he said, his voice laden with passion, as he moved his hands along the soft skin at her sides. The rough texture of her lace bra and panties sent his blood roaring through his ears.

They said not a word as he laid her gently on the bed and began exploring her body through touch and breath. He longed to kiss the soft flesh, but the smell of her skin alone was so intoxicating he was afraid he’d loose control if he tried tasting her. So instead he stayed barely above the surface, breathing in her scent as his breath caressed and tickled her skin. He traced the long lines of her bra and panties, following the patterns made by the black lace. He traced along her garter belt and down to the clasps that held up her stockings. He was so close to her core he could almost taste the sweetness in his mouth. He swallowed thickly.

Making his way back up her body, Sango arched her back as his fingertips brushed her skin. He used the opportunity to deftly undo the clasp in the back of her bra with one hand. He didn’t care where it landed as he pulled it off her and flung it to the ground. He only heard the soft gasp that escaped her throat as the heated flesh of her breasts became exposed to the cool air. Her nipples puckered instantly and, as he ran a rough thumb over one of them, he thought he’d never seen such perfect breasts in all his life.

“Tell me you don’t want me, Sango,” he said roughly as he pushed his hips against hers, making her gasp. “Tell me this isn’t what you need,” he pushed again. “Tell me,” he said dipping his head to take one of her taunt nipples into her mouth, “that you want me to leave. Say it, Sango.”

“I…” By the gods, was that *her* voice that had just come out as a squeek? She groaned as he left her breast and began placing soft kisses along her ribs. “Ooooh… I want… I want you to…”

“You want me to what, Sango?”

“I want you to… to kiss me.”

“Where?”

“Miroku, please!” she begged. “I can’t-”

“Show me *where*, Sango!” His voice was nothing more than a growl. He stopped his assault and watched the heavy rise and fall of her chest. Her hand trembling, she slowly made her way down her body to touch the wetness between her legs. His cock jerked in response.

“Here,” she whispered. “Please, Miroku, kiss me here.”

He moved her hand away as he positioned himself between her legs, kneeling on the floor. He nuzzled her core, breathing in her scent and making her moan.

“Miroku, please…” She held her breath as his hands moved to her hips to grasp the sides of her panties. His nails scraped her skin as he pulled them down her legs, taking the garter belt and her stockings with them. When she was completely naked before him, he moved her legs apart once again and began a new kind of assault, using his tongue, teeth, and lips to tease and taste her. It wasn’t long before she came in his mouth and he greedily lapped up the sweat juices that flowed from her.

He wiped his mouth off on the inside of her thighs when he’d driven her almost to the point of another orgasm. His eyes burned with hunger as he watched her writhe in agony on the bed. He could take her now and she would only beg for more. But he wanted, needed, her to say it.

“Tell me what you want, Sango,” he whispered.

She sat up, all pretense of shyness gone and kissed him, loving the taste of her self on his lips. “Take your clothes off,” she whispered. “I want you inside me.”

Miroku couldn’t get his clothes off fast enough. He palmed one of the condoms before pushing her back down on the bed. Their tongues fought for dominance as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer to his goal. He laced his fingers with hers, pressing the small wrapped package into her palm. “Is this what you want? Is this what you need?” He teased her with the tip of his penis.

“OOooh…yes… Please, Miroku…”

“As my lady wishes,” he whispered. It took him all of thirty seconds to tear the wrapper open and slip the condom on. In less than two more he was deep inside her. They moaned in their ecstasy as she came instantly, arching her back and digging her fingernails into his shoulders. He waited until the pulsing of her muscles eased before dipping his head down and claiming her mouth with his.

He moved slowly, savoring the feel of her around him and watching as the sensations played across her face. As a male escort, he’d been to some of the most beautiful and exclusive places in New York. Nothing, however, could compare to seeing Sango in the throws of passion. The flush of her skin, the taunt hardness of her nipples, the soft curve of her breasts, the arch of her neck all made her more beautiful than any work of art he’d ever seen, any architectural structure he’d ever been in, any opera he’d ever heard. But what made her most beautiful of all was the knowledge, the certainty, that no one, not Inuyasha, not Naraku, had ever been witness to the kind of woman she *could* be in bed, the kind of woman she was right now with him. *He* had brought this side of her out.

Sango’s head was spinning at an incredible rate. She’d never felt anything like this before. A small, distant part of her mind was telling her this probably wasn’t a good idea. But a louder more primal part of her mind only wanted more. Her skin tingled as Miroku licked and teased. Her body ached with half sated desire. It wasn’t enough.

“Miroku…”

The pleading in her voice was almost enough to send him over the edge. He hooked his arm behind one of her knees and pushed it closer to her body, quickening his pace and driving himself deeper into her. They held on, afraid that letting go would mean the end, as he pumped harder, each thrust of his hips bringing them closer, each moan from her lips driving him there.

She came with a cry, her fingernails digging into his shoulder blades, her muscles pulsing around him, driving him over the edge. He came an instant later, his body going rigid with his release. He collapsed heavily on top of her, relishing the feel of her as he stayed inside her a moment longer. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he kissed her gently. She nearly came a forth time when he pulled out. Sango lay there in a daze, not sure whether the alcohol or the sex was making her world fuzzy. She was betting on the sex.

After disposing of the used condom, Miroku pulled the covers down and crawled into bed. He pulled them over the top of the two of them as he held her in his arms. Lights out, he held her in silence as their breathing returned to normal. Soon, hers became the deep breathing of long awaited sleep. He smiled.

Whatever the morning brought, the night was worth it.

***

Dawn was only a couple hours away but he was still awake. He’d been watching her as she slept, the contented look on her face making him smile. She slept as a woman well loved.

And that couldn’t have been more true.

It sounded cliché, but he really couldn’t have said when it happened. Somewhere along the line it had stopped being an act. She was everything he’d ever wanted in a woman down to the freckle on her left shoulder blade. She was his, if only for the night. The night wasn’t over yet and he had a good idea of something they could do with their time.

He kissed her shoulder gently. During the night she’d turned over in her sleep and now had her back to him. He ran his hand along the soft skin of her side, admiring the way it felt beneath his palm. She was so soft, so beautiful. His hand snaked around to the cleft between her legs and began rubbing gently as he kissed his way along her neck.

Sango moaned as she came slowly to consciousness. She rolled slightly toward him just enough to capture his lips with hers. He pried her legs apart with his knee pulling one of her legs over his for a better angle. And then he was inside her making her sigh with pleasure. She reached up to cradle his head with her hand as he slid a hand up her stomach. The frenzy of their kiss increased with his rhythm. She cried out as she came and he joined her in that instant.

He held her close and stayed inside her as she drifted back into blissful sleep.

She’d given him more than any woman ever had. And for that he would always be grateful. For that he would always love her.

“I love you, too, Sango,” he whispered and kissed her eyelids. Even if she didn’t remember tomorrow what she’d cried out in that instant, he always would.

His eyes slowly grew heavy as he continued to watch her. Finally, and perhaps for the last time, Miroku slept tangled in the arms of the woman he loved.


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A/N: Wow...that was really sappy...and cheesy...