Contracting Love

A/N: Okay, so here’s the next chapter. I hope you all enjoy it. Pleas leave me a review if there’s something you think I could do better with it. And for those of you who were annoyed when Sango kept saying she was sorry about everything, don’t worry. Miroku snaps her out of it in this chapter and might even find a way to break her of that habit in the next one.

As always, reviews are encouraged, welcomed, and appreciated.

Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. I just use them for my own sadistic purposes…hehehe

Contracting Love
By Ashes

Chapter 3- Lesson Number One

Kagome looked mournfully at the woman hunched over a stack of papers. It was 8 o’clock and Sango had been working feverishly on depositions all day long. Her desk was littered with papers, hardly leaving a square inch clear. She’d long ago tied her hair back in a messy bun and rolled up the sleeves of her blouse. One more button had come undone, giving a peak at the lace bra she wore under it. Her glasses rested against her delicate nose and Kagome saw her shoes had been kicked haphazardly into a corner. The floor lamp by the windows and the small desk lamp were the only sources of light, giving the room what Kagome considered a very gloomy hue.

She cleared her throat trying to get Sango’s attention. When that didn’t work, she knocked tentatively on the still open door. Sango snapped her head up from her work.

“Um, Sango? I’m going home now. Do you need anything?”

Sango smiled with tired eyes. “No, Kagome. Thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, okay?” She buried her head again in her work.

Kagome glanced briefly over her shoulder. “Sango?” After a grunted response, she continued. “There’s someone here to see you.” Sango again looked up. Kagome stepped out of the doorway to let the visitor through.

Miroku poked his head around the corner and smiled. Sango gasped and looked at her watch. She jumped out of her chair and began trying to gather her papers. “I’m so sorry! I’ve been swamped all day and must have lost track of the time!”

He stepped the rest of the way in to the room, his hands hidden behind his back. He smiled, watching her scramble to clean her desk off. “Don’t worry about it,” he said casually. Neither of them noticed Kagome making a sly exit out of the building.

She paused and looked at him for the first time. He was dressed in a soft gray suit, similar to the one he’d worn the night before, with black shoes and a lavender silk tie around his neck. His hair was tied back again and his face clean shaven. His blue eyes sparkled. He looked gorgeous. She frowned.

“What’s wrong?” Miroku looked down at himself, checking for dirt or wrinkles.

“Hm? Oh. Nothing. It’s just…” She gave him a weak smile. “You look really great. I guess you had something really nice planned.”

In fact, he *had* had something nice planned. He’d gotten reservations at one of the most exclusive restaurants in New York City by calling in a favor owed to him by the concierge. But after waiting for an hour at her apartment, he’d phoned and had them give the table away.

He shrugged. “It’s nothing.”

“I’m sorry. If we go back to my place I can change real fast and we can go get something to eat. You must be hungry after waiting on me for so long and-”

She stopped when he pulled two bags of Chinese food out from behind his back and smiled devilishly at her. She stared dumbly at him as he came forward and sat them on her desk and began rummaging through them.

“I didn’t know what you liked so I brought some stir-fried vegetables, rice, sweet and sour pork, General Tso’s chicken, and a couple of egg rolls.” He looked up to see her mouth gaping open and unable to take her eyes away from him.

“You brought me Chinese food,” she said in shock.

“Is that okay?” he asked, unsure of himself for the first time, perhaps ever.

“Are you kidding? It’s my absolute favorite!” Her face beamed in pleasure.

*Damn, she’s gorgeous when she smiles,* he thought, smiling back. *I bet she has no idea how sexy she looks right now.* Shaking the very unprofessional thoughts from his mind, he set to work taking the various containers out of the bag.

Sango came around the desk to help. Finding enough space on her desk to put all the containers was difficult enough. She had no idea how they were going to eat on it with all her papers scattered about.

“Oh…um…” She began shuffling them around once more.

Miroku smiled at her obvious frustration. “Might I suggest the floor, my lady?” Sango smiled gratefully at him. He went over to the small couch that sat in the corner of her office and grabbed the two small throw pillows. Setting them on the floor, he motioned for her to sit and then moved the food from her desk to sit in between the two cushions.

They ate in silence, taking what they wanted from each container as they shared the delicious meal. Miroku was impressed at how well she handled her chopsticks. She sat on the cushion like a queen, holding her hand under the food she picked up so as not to spill any on her micro-suede skirt. He watched, fascinated, as she chewed carefully, making sure to look everywhere but at him.

He chuckled mentally. It was going to be a lot of fun making this woman realize just how desirable she was. He’d seen a lot of risqué women’s clothing in his line of work, but the way this woman wore her work clothes was absolutely stunning. Her long legs looked even longer peeking out of the above knee-length tan skirt. Her cream top was almost see-through and he could see her white lace bra poking out shyly at him. The swell of her hips curved delicately out from her slim waist. Her skin was milky and soft, contrasting perfectly with her dark hair and eyes.

*Yes. Absolutely gorgeous.*

He felt his body stir and shifted uncomfortably on the pillow.

Sango caught him staring at her from the corner of her eye and looked down at herself. Her blouse and skirt were horribly wrinkled from sitting in them all day. Embarrassed, she tried to smooth them out as best she could.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I must look like a mess.”

“Actually, I’ve never seen a woman look so sexy in my life.” The words were out before he could stop himself. *Oh, well. It’s worth the slip of the tongue to see that pretty blush again.*

Sango was indeed blushing from head to toe. *Did he just say that?* She looked at him and saw the wicked gleam in his eyes. *Yep. He just said that.*

“So, why don’t you tell me why you want to get back at this old boyfriend so badly.” He saw her relax visibly and smiled to himself. It wouldn’t be long. He’d get her so used to him she’d let him do whatever he wanted to her. *Then I can feel those legs wrapped around me and see what she’s really like.* After all, no one was more themselves than when they were in the throws of passion.

She fidgeted briefly with the hem of her skirt, deciding where to start. “Well, for starters, his name’s Naraku. We started dating my senior year of high school all the way through freshman year of college, even though we went to different schools. I stayed here and went to NYU and he went off to some university in Florida.”

“That’s quite a ways apart. That must have been tough.”

“Yeah, well, it was a lot tougher for him that it was for me apparently.” Was that a slight hint of bitterness in her voice?

“What do you mean?”

“It started with little things.” Her eyes began to get glassy as she replayed the images in her mind. “He’d forget to call me when he said he was going to, or I’d call and his roommate would tell me he wasn’t there. And when we *did* talk to each other on the phone, our conversations were always rushed, like I had interrupted him in the middle of something. I’d ask him what was wrong, but he always swore that there was nothing. Finally, I got fed up and went down over my spring break to see him without telling him. I walked in on him fucking some other girl. Apparently he’d been fucking a lot of other girls while I was up in New York playing the good girlfriend.”

The silence stretched out between them before Sango finally continued, unshed tears glistening in her eyes. “He said it was because he had needs and I couldn’t fulfill those needs; that I was a cold fish in bed and always had been. He said that I was a self-centered bitch with a heart of ice and that I was bound to end up alone for the rest of my life.”

Miroku scooted closer to her, wiping away the single tear that ran down her cheek with his thumb. “But that was so long ago, Sango. Why do you still let it bother you?”

She sniffed. “Because he’s right.” She looked at him, her eyes pleading for understanding. “I haven’t had a date of any kind in three years, the last time I was in a relationship was seven years ago, and it only lasted about two months! The last time I had sex was five years ago which happened to be with one of my best guy friends in the whole world and it was on accident when we both got too drunk at a new year’s party!”

He put a finger to her lips, effectively stopping her self-pity schpeal and bringing a slight blush to her cheeks when she realized just how close they were to each other.

He smiled gently. “Sango, you’re on a date right now,” he offered.

She pulled back slightly. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to go on like that.”

He sigh, irritated. “Would you stop that.”

“What?”

“Stop apologizing all the time.” His look turned serious. “Sango, you have nothing to be sorry for. You’re a beautiful woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it. You’re an incredibly successful assistant DA for New York City with a staff that loves and respects you. You’ve got a lot going for you, and you’ve achieved more in ten years than anyone else I know. You’re intelligent and hard working and incredibly sexy without even trying.”

She looked down at her hands, the blush deepening in her cheeks. He gently grabbed her chin to make her look at him again. “We’ll make that bastard sorry for giving you up. When we go to that reunion on Saturday, you’ll be the sexiest woman there, and you’ll know it. And because you know it, he’ll be drooling on himself to take those words back.”

“But how?”

He pulled her around to him so that they both leaned on the front of her desk and snaked an arm around her waist. Her body became ramrod stiff and he chuckled. “If we’re going to convince people that we’re madly in love, you have to get used to me touching you. Just relax, Sango.”

“I’m relaxed. Who says I’m not relaxed? I’m completely relaxed.”

“Really?” He leaned in to whisper in her ear, his warm breath caressing her skin. She shivered, bringing a satisfied smirk to his face. “Just relax, Sango. That’s it. Now, lean in to me. A little more. A little more. Rest your weight against me. That’s it. Good girl.” She was putty in his hands. “Now just breath in deeply. You’re not a cold fish, Sango.” He began moving his free hand down her body, gently caressing everything he could get his hands on. “You’re a strong, independent, beautiful, smart, sexy woman. Understand?”

Sango felt her skin begin to heat as he whispered in her ear. His breath tickled deliciously, making her eyes flutter closed as she leaned in to him. His words were husky and slow, following the movements of his free hand. He started with her face, caressing her cheek before moving down her neck and teasing the pulse there with his thumb. He moved ever so gently over her breasts, making her breath hitch when he grazed her nipple and making them grow taunt. His hand followed the flat line of her stomach and down the front of her legs. Reversing direction, he dragged it up the back of her leg to cup her butt where it stopped. She nodded in answer to his question, not trusting her voice.

“Say it, Sango.”

“I… am a…”

“A strong, independent, beautiful, smart, sexy woman,” he supplied, pleased with how her voice shook.

“…a strong, independent….beautiful, smart, sexy woman.”

“Again, Sango.”

“I am a strong, independent, beautiful, smart, sexy woman.”

“I don’t believe you, Sango,” he growled in her ear. “Again!”

Her eyes shot open as her body sat upright. “I am a strong, independent, beautiful, smart, sexy woman!” She got up on her knees and glared at Miroku. “So stop pushing me around!” With that, she shoved him backwards.

Miroku was stunned. So stunned in fact that all he could do was laugh hysterically at the woman towering over him glaring viciously. There it was. The fire he’d seen in her eyes the night before when she thought he was patronizing her, *that* was what was in her eyes now. That, he decided, was the look he wanted to keep in her eyes.

Sango was still glaring as Miroku sat up and wiped the tears out of his eyes. Her whole body was on fire and tingling. The space between her legs ached and felt slightly moist. Her breasts hurt and it was difficult to breath. All in all she’d been worked up pretty good and was now thoroughly frustrated.

“Good,” he said grinning. “Now that you believe it, everyone else will too.”

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A/N: hehehe…what naughty things will tomorrow bring…?