Feverish

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Here’s the next chap: the highly requested Sango/Miroku scene. Enjoy!


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FEVERISH

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Sango sighed as she stepped into the neighbor’s hut. It was small, even smaller than Kaede’s if that was even possible. She didn’t like it too much, since she would be sharing the tiny cabin with none other than the legendary lech, Miroku.

The houshi was still in Kaede’s hut, saying some quick goodbyes to Inuyasha and a seemingly disgruntled Kagome. Sango had left the lech to get first dibs on the house. She wanted the space nearest the window and wanted to beat him to it.

She felt so hot... Even hotter than when she had been set on fire by a fire youkai a few years back. ‘Ok, so maybe I’m exaggerating’, she thought glumly, but that wasn’t the point! She was hot, and the heat wasn’t normal.

She actually thought about going over to Inuyasha to ask if he smelled anything wrong with her. She knew of the hanyou’s excellent sense of smell, and was quite sure that he could tell her what was up. But being Sango, she just shrugged it off.

‘Probabaly an after effect of the fever,’ she thought as she unrolled the strange plastic mat that Kagome had given her beneath the window. She had called it a ‘sleeping bag’, if Sango remembered correctly, and it was extremely warm.

She thought against using the mat just then. She already felt so hot as it was. She didn’t need anymore heat. That was why she wanted the window side, anyway! She just unrolled it and lay on it, not bothering with the covers.

The wind from the outside was calming and cool against her heated skin. The low window was giving her a perfect view of Kaede’s hut, and the man who was currently exiting it slowly with a forlorn look on his handsome face.

‘Miroku...’

He looked thoughtful, and for some reason, she always thought he looked quite irresistible when deep in thought. She found him interesting, really, and his lecherous ways didn’t exactly affect her as much as it used to nowadays.

Then she found herself wishing that he would just hurry up and act on his stupid manic ideas...

‘Chikuso, the lech is rubbing off on me,’ she thought, snarling at herself as she turned away from the window.

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Miroku was biding his time in going over to the hut to be alone with Sango. Ok, so he won’t exactly be alone since they would be with Kirara, but still!

He walked away from Kaede’s hut slowly and struck the ground with his shakujou. Hard. He was so frustrated! He had a strange feeling about the evening...

It was strange, but he felt so hot! Something was amiss, and the feeling that it may have something to do with the heat he felt refused to leave his mind. There was always the possibility that it was just his fever acting on again so he shrugged it off.

But he also can’t rid himself he rhe random perverse thoughts that were uncontrollably going around his head. And for something to be thought of as perverse by a natural born pervert like Miroku only meant that it was VERY perverse indeed! Besides, the images going around his head were nothing like the innocent, lecherous thoughts he always had.

They were worse.

And yet even worse, they all centered on a certain lovely taijiya with whom he was going to spend the night.

He had to admit, he had always been quite taken with Sango. If his constant groping was any indication. He had always admired her strength and bravery, and the fact that she was beautiful did not hurt at all.

He had great respect for her, mind you. He just couldn’t lay off the whole groping thing! She was like a magnet to him, and he would do anything for her.

Right now though, his thoughts were taking a rapid turn. He kept seeing himself ripping of Sango’s clothing, kissing her all over as they frantically rocked against each other...

He sighed deeply as he tried to shake his lustful thoughts off. ‘So I want her! That’s not a crime!’ he said to himself as he felt his very blood boil at his silent admission.

He kept walking at an unbelievably slow pace, but he eventually reached the next hut. It felt strange to be standing right outside the doorway, hesitating because he wanted the woman who awaited him and knew that she would not let him take her.

He lly lly stepped inside and saw her laying by the window, facing away from the wall. She was on her side, snoring softly, her angelic face turned to him.

He stared at her in awe, his blood racing in his veins. ‘She is so beautiful,’ he thought, and he couldn’t resist the urge to go to her as she lay peacefully asleep. He knelt before her and deeply sighed.

He reached out a shaking left hand, battling with himself on whether or not he should touch her. His curiosity got the best of him, and he let his hand stroke her slightly pink cheeks.

His blood raced and his flesh heated when he touched her. Her skin was so soft and smooth. The moon paled when compared to her radiant loveliness.

He cupped her right cheek with reverence, as if he was holding a thing of great holiness in the palm of his hand. He also didn’t wish to be caught.

Imagine his surprise when Sango suddenly called his name.

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Sango couldn’t fall asleep. Gods, she wanted to, but she couldn’t. After watching him from the window, Sango realized just how much she wanted him.

The heat in her body wasn’t helping her fall asleep either. The wind was strong and cold, but she felt like she was basking in the desert sun. She idly wondered if Miroku felt the same heat pulsing through his veins.

She couldn’t help the feelings of want that kept pounding through her very soul. His wandering hands had always evoked unspeakable sensations in her, but what she wouldn’t give to fell his hands on her body now!

She could see them coming together repeatedly in her mind’ s eye, and she blushed uncontrollably at the pictures clouding her brain. ‘I am a woman! It is improper to think such thoughts!’ But try as she might, she couldn’t get the visions to leave her.

She glanced up and saw a pair of feet under the woven door hesitantly step up to the door. She hurriedly closed her eyes lightly and pretended to be asleep. It was Miroku, she just knew it! Why had he taken so long in coming in anyway?!

She could still his silhouette through her barely open eyes. He was just standing there. When he did come in though, he just stood there unmoving, his gaze directed towards her. He started to come forward.

For a moment, Sango thought that he would grope her. She nearly raised her hands in defense, when she saw him kneel before her and sigh. He reached his left hand out to her hesitantly. She was wondering what the hell he was doing when he slowly extended his arm to touch her face.

She blushed at the contact, and the heat in her body seemed to double in intensity. She was on fire inside and out, and the low throbbing between her legs betrayed the more logical part of her mind.

She felt his hand move censoredly to cup her cheek with total care, as if he feared she would break. The simple touch made her wild, the sensations making her wish for things that a proper lady would blush to think of. Before she could stop herself, she heard herself call his name.

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“Miroku...”

Miroku pulled his hand back in shock. ‘She said my name? She never calls me by my name!’ he pondered, but all thought ceased when Sango opened her eyes to stare right at him.

He sat back and gasped in shock as he caught a glimpse of her darkened eyes. She was staring at him with something he couldn’t quite place.

“Miroku,” she called again in a husky voice that made his groin tighten. The girl laboriously tried to sit up, bracing her arms beneath her. “I... I feel so strange.”

Sango continued to stare at him through lust-filled eyes. She now knew what the heat in her body meant. She wanted Miroku. She had for along time, but this was the first time she had ever come to accept it.

“Sango, if it’s the heat, I know it’s overwhelming,” Miroku began as he approached her, intending to make her settle back on the sleeping bag. Her firm hand on his chest stopped him.

“The weather is fine, Miroku. It’s me who’s not...” she purposefully left the sentence hanging and watched as the desire became written clearly on the monk’s face. He had stiffened when she touched him, and his baggy robes did nothing to hide the growing bulge in his lap.

Miroku had nearly lost his wits at Sango’s remark. ‘Does she feel it too?’ he asked himself as Sango slinked up to him as he sat frozen on his haunches. He didn’t stop his hands from feeling the round curve of Sango’s bottom and he closed his eyes when she stiffened, expecting a hard slap. Instead of the stinging pain on his cheek though, he felt a small hand cup his own behind and looked down with shock when he found that the hand was Sango’s

Now, Miroku had been pent up for way too long! Taking her caress as an invitation, Miroku gently pushed Sango back onto the sleeping mat and looked into her eyes. The heat in his body nearnearly blinding, his arousal rock hard from their simple movements against each other.

He shocked himself with his boldness, but when Sango made no protest, his heart soared. ‘She wants this too!’ he mused excitedly, feeling a certain heat emanate from the taijiya’s skin.

Sango was, in no vague terms, surprised by the monks forwardness. But honestly, she did not mind one bit! Without even thinking, she leaned up and capteured his lips in a heart-stopping kiss.

Sweet, innocent Sango was kissing him! The thought repeated itself over and over in Miroku’s head until he nearly went dizzy. She was inexperienced though, so after Miroku got over the initial shock of the demure taijiya’s boldness, he went and took control of the kiss.

Sango’s pulse raced with excitement when Miroku took over. His tongue probed her mouth dee pas passionately exploring every crevice of her eagerly parted mouth and lips. Her taste was undeniably wonderful, and he couldn’t get enough of her.

They kissed till they were breathless and the need for air forced them to pull away. Miroku stared intently at Sango as she looked up at him through hazy eyes. The hand not stroking her backside reached up to brush her bangs from her eyes as he asked her the question that was nagging at his mind.

“Sango... do you... are you aware of this? Do you...” his confused ramblings were cut off when Sango traced his lips with a slender finger.

“I... want this. I’m positive,” she said before looking more deeply into his purple eyes.

Sango’s body was aflame, and every part where she could feel Miroku’s body against was desperately begging to burst. She wanted him badly, and her body NEEDED him.

Miroku was losing it. Her skin, her small shy smile, her hands... she was driving him crazy! His body was now rigid with the pain that his throbbing arousal was causing him, and hext ext words was the last straw:

“Please... make love to me, Miroku.”

With a grunt that sounded like an animalistic growl to Sango, Miroku lunged at her and kissed her lips with savage ferocity. He moaned against her mouth when her hips unconsciously rubbed anxiously against his as if pleading with him to do more.

His right hand went to blindly pull her robes open while his left continued to hold her right side against the mat. Her arms were in her kimono sleeves and her hands were holding his head to her, pulling off the ties of his hair in the process. When he managed to open her kimono, his left hand started to touch her, reaching for her throbbing breasts and hurriedly cupping one in his hand.

Her nipples distended at the contact and she moaned loudly when his lips left hers to replace the hand on her chest. He kissed her breasts fervently, both his hands traveling down to part the kimono covering her quivering legs.

Sango gasped loudly and arched her back when he started sucking on her right breast. He nipped the tip gently, then licked her up to sooth the tiny sting. He went and paid homage to her other breast, desperately trying to taste as much skin as possible.

Her hands also started their own downward descent. She harshly pulled off the indigo blite of his robes as she felt his hands stroke her inner thighs. That done she tugged at the black robe that hid the monk’s glorious body from her hungry gaze.

Miroku lifted his head and peered at her through lust-flooded eyes, then grinned as he pulled his own robe off. Sango greedily tried to look at everything about him all at the same time.

He leaned back down to her and his grin widened when Sango gasped. His arousal was pressing hard against her abdomen, and both could sense the heat coming off each other’s body. He gripped her sides tightly and pushed her against the mat just before he started to kiss every part of her that he could possibly reach in his current position.

He went down lower and pressed open mouthed kisses to her body, dipping his tongue into her bellybutton. Sango shivered violently as he did so, as if that part of her was directly connected to the nub of desire that Miroku’s hand was currently headed for.

A broken escaped her lips when she felt him insistently push his fingers against the jewel of her desire. She wreathed in pleasure-filled agony as he let on his his fingers slide into her wet opening.

Miroku was reveling in the sounds that she was making, in the heat of her body and the way she moved and squirmed in his touch. He gently inserted two fingers in her, taking extra care since he knew she was a virgin.

She was so wet with desire now that she felt like she was submerged in very warm water. Sango nearly screamed in pleasure when Miroku got up and started to rub his erection against her folds.

Miroku was quivering with the sensations that he was creating with her. When Sango gasped loudly in pleasure, he felt his control drop by notches. He wanted her so madly. He looked down into her face and suddenly dipped his head to take her with his mouth.

Now Sango couldn’t help but scream when he went down on her. His tongue plunged deep within her, exploring her the way he explored her mouth, only this time, with his lips sucking her most sensitive part, the sensations were ten times greater.

She shrieked his name in pleasure as she felt her loins clench convulsively, and her body arched up with her first climax.

Miroku hungrily licked her up as the heat in his body climbed alarming heights. She lay there, shuddering from release, when he leaned down and whispered the last coherent thought in his mind.

“Now?” he asked. Sango’s eyes were still closed, hrms rms around his torso, and she looked up at the sound of his lust-deepened voice. She smiled seductively and kissed the tip of his nose be noe nodding.

He carefully knelt between her legs as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. He was quivering with excitement and before his brain fully processed his thoughts, he entered her with one swift thrust.

Sango screamed with the pleasure/pain as she stiffened beneath Miroku, and the man loving her took that as a sign of her mild discomfort. He stayed still and leaned down to kiss her lips reverently, then, his mouth still on her hers, he whispered against her parted lips.

“Aishiteru... Sango,” he said breathlessly, his hands running up her body to once again cup her swollen breasts.

“Hai...” she said through clenched teeth. “I love you too...”

Miroku stayed still until he felt her move against him. He thrust in and out of her, his jabs growing wilder and more erotic everytime. She pressed wet kisses to his neck, chest and mouth, her hands roving his muscled physique as he desperately loved her.

Both felt their peaks nearing at the same time, and they moved faster as their passions screamed out at them to do so. He held her tightly to him as she reached a screaming climax, then with a final thrust, he shuddered as his release overwhelmed his senses, shouting her name in return.

He tried to hold himself above her to keep from crushing her with his weight. When he recovered, he slowly pulled himself out of her warmth and pulled her trembling body closer to him.

“Did you mean it?” Sango’s sudden question startled him, but he immediately knew what she was referring to.

“Hai, Sango-chan. Every word of it. Did you?”

“Yes. I... I love you, Miro-chan,” she replied, giggling a bit at their new ‘nicknames’. Then Sango remembered something.

“Miroku, where’s Kirara?”

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Kirara lay curled up on a high tree that overlooked the village. She smelled the strong musk of the four friends’ heat and vaguely wondered what triggered it. She stayed out on a branch so as not to disturb any of the four.

With scents like theirs, she knew what was coming.

The neko looked up when she heard Sango shout out Miroku’s name, then the monk’s voice followed. A sudden noise from the foliage made her turn sharply, only to find a hasty Inuyasha running for Kaede’s hut. A few moments later, Kagome emerged from the same place that Inuyasha had been to, her scent of arousal laced with panicked fear.

Kirary bay back down and grinned as widely as a cat youkai can. She was bound to wake up to a very exciting morning, indeed.

She just hoped that Inuyasha wasn’t as vocal as Miroku. She needed her rest.


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