Confessions
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InuYasha › Het - Male/Female › Miroku/Sango
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New sensations
Night was fast approaching the village, and neither pair had returned to the inn. Shippo and Kirara had gone to the rooms about an hour after everyone else left.
In accordance with the plan, Shippo kept his ears and nose focused on the entrance area, though he had not noticed anything out of the ordinary. He gave up trying to find anything after a hour of no results.
Moving away from the thin walls, he went over to Kagome’s pack, looking for some paper to draw on til the others returned. Pulling out the crayons, and placing the tip on the paper, he pondered for a moment on what he should draw.
The first thing that edged into his mind was the scene from earlier, with Miroku and Sango. He shivered, and shook his head, not believing what he had seen. It seemed so unnatural for those two to be so familiar with each other.
Granted, he knew that they meant more to each other than they had ever let on, but he figured he would have noticed the two become more intimate well before that. Maybe Inu-Yasha or Kagome know something about that? he thought.
Regardless, he still had to find a way to pass the time til some one arrived, and he put the crayon to the page once more, his subject Miroku and Sango.
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Inu-Yasha was rather annoyed, having not found a single sign of demonic activity. Kagome had reassured him that a jewel shard was here, and perhaps for once it wasn’t in the possession of a demon.
Though that possibility seemed ever more evident, that still didn’t explain why they couldn’t locate the shard. If it was not on a demon, then it should be easy to find, but all they found was one dead end after another.
He was running out of what little patients he had, willing to call about anything a demon or what not, just so he could get far away from this village. He sighed, turning towards Kagome, “It doesn’t seem like we are getting anywhere.”
The half demons complaints were well founded, having no clue where to search for this jewel shard. “Agreed,” Kagome nodded, “Perhaps we should head back to the inn, and think about what to do.”
He smiled, liking the sound of that. They had not had any good quality time together for some time, forgetting about the lack of a jewel shard for a moment.
They made their way back to the inn, slowly. Kagome imagined this is what it must feel like to walk home from school with your boyfriend, and enjoyed the moments like this they shared.
She knew he was a medieval half-demon warrior, and that she was a modern day teenage priestess, but they had met none-the-less. All she really cared about was how he made her feel, which was good most of the time.
She moved in closer to him, sliding his hand into hers, wrapping her arm around his. She knew he did some things that hurt her, but in the end, she knew he would protect her.
Once they had arrived at the inn and entered there room, the noticed Shippo sitting in the floor drawing as usual. Though the picture was quite different, and if Kagome didn’t know better she would have sworn it was Sango and Miroku.
“Shippo,” Kagome said moving over to get a better look, “what’s that picture you have there?”
The fox-demon was a little hesitant to answer, clearing his throat and sighing before responding. “Its what it looks like,” he retorted, “Just what I saw this morning is all.”
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A few moments had passed by in silence, only the noise of the village carried down the alley. Sango had regained some of her composure, her nerves calming down greatly after the kiss.
Miroku still held onto her hand and chin, a sly smile on his face. Coming in closer to him, she placed her free hand on his chest, noticing his heart had been pounding similar to her own. “Houshi-sama,” she whispered, “I feel we have searched enough for the day.”
Miroku could feel her fingers trembling in his hand. He lower his hand from her chin, and lifted his staff off the wall. “Agreed,” he said calmly, releasing her hand from his.
Her hand now freed, she collected her boomerang, and waited for Miroku to begin walking. They didn’t speak the entire way back to the inn, both still a little flustered.
Once they were at the doors to their respective rooms, they turned to face each other, neither speaking up. Sango looked down at the indigo sash of Miroku’s robe, afraid to make eye contact again.
Eventually Miroku spoke up, “I will see you in the morning.” He then turned, sliding open the door, and began to walk in, stopping almost immediately.
He found a note written by Kagome, his eyes quickly scanning over it contents. Miroku, we know. Have fun was all it said. Taking a quick glance around the room, he noticed that Sango’s additional gear had been moved to this room.
Sango had noticed his abrupt stop, and moved in to investigate. Her stomach quickly developed a pit, seeing her stuff in what was intended to be the guys room.
She stood there speechless, her eyes staring in disbelieve, knowing full well who was to blame. She was about to speak, but smiled in silence instead, thinking He did control himself last night.
Nudging Miroku from behind, essentially pushing him into the room. “I guess they think they are doing us a favor,” she said, laughing afterwards to help relax herself.
Sliding the door closed behind them, taking in deep breath. The final light of the sun filled the room with an orange glow, as she moved over to her luggage. Tossing her boomerang in amongst her belongings, she sat down slowly, glancing shyly at Miroku.
He was still standing, though he seemed less tense than when he had found the note. All he hoped was that he could control himself in this private of a situation. Clearing his throat, and clearing is mind, he turned to face Sango, thinking he might need to say something.
Before he could end their awkward silence, Sango patted the floor next to her. “Sit here, Houshi-sama,” she spoke softly, a little embarrassed at what she was doing. Though, she giggled noticing his reluctance at doing as she asked.
When he did get over to her, and sat down, she slid in next to him, her head placed against his shoulder. She still felt something must be wrong, giving their previous track record, but she began to wonder if she was looking too much into his changed behavior.
“Houshi-sama, are you still worried about your right hand?” she asked, hoping he would be more honest than he was in the alley.
He sighed, “It still doesn’t feel quite right, but other than that my arm is unchanged,” he replied hoping she was satisfied. Truth be told, he was thinking a demon he had devoured prior might be causing the irritation. “Don’t worry yourself over it, you’ll start to wrinkle that pretty face of yours.”
She knew he wasn’t being completely honest with her, he should know better. They have traveled with each other for so long now, they knew how each other thought. Removing her head from his shoulder, she sighed softly, knowing she would probably be doing the same to him. Both of them usually pushed people away, she did it so that she would not be hurt and him, so that he would not hurt those he loved.
To save herself some trouble, she decided to stop thinking on it. The silence between them growing thicker. The silence made Miroku somewhat nervous, and he did the only thing he could think of to relieve the building tension.
Sango cheeks went flush, feeling the monk’s wandering hand brush up against her. Usually she would have yelled something, or smacked him, but perhaps he has earned certain privileges. Much to Miroku’s surprise, she pressed her body further into his, sliding her left hand on to his chest.
Her lithe fingers ran along the inner lapel of his robes, stopping just short of his neck. Her eyes looked up towards his face, amused by his facial expression.
Lying somewhere between shock and fear, Miroku was not sure what had come over Sango. “Sango, are you sure you feel well,” he asked nervously, as her fingers slipped underneath the folds of his robes. His heart started to race as he felt her delicate hand on his bare flesh.
“I feel fine, Houshi-sama,” she whispered while she ran her hand across his chest. The warmth of his body reminded her that she was not alone, that as long as he still had breath in his body, he would be there for her.
Her hand then moved to his right shoulder, bringing herself closer in toward him, bringing her lips right to his, not quite making contact. She bit her lower lip, still nervous, closing her eyes before she placed her lips on his.
She leaned in, deepening the kiss, her other hand moving to his shoulder now. Miroku’s right hand moved to her lower back and the other near the base of her neck. She felt him begin to lie down, following him to the floor.
To feel comfortable, she had to wrap one leg around his, which was still awkward given their clothing choice. Pulling away, catching her breath, she looked down at Miroku. Her eyes looked into his, each lost in each others gaze.
She ran her right hand through his hair, and down his face, resting softly on his cheek. She was not sure what was coming over her, but she was beginning to like it. Her hand then moved from his cheek, down his arm, lifting his hand up to her face.
Miroku was being quite hesitant, not sure if he was not caught in some strange dream. Once his hand was on her cheek, his fingers began to move on their own. Gently rubbing her cheek, tenderly showing his appreciation. His other hand was still on her lower back, and began to loosen her obi, without him noticing.
She kissed his hand softly, before moving it down her neck and across her collar, sliding it under the folds in her kimono. She guided his hand in slipping the soft fabric from her shoulders. Not completely exposing her, the kimono now hung loosely from her upper body. Miroku admired what flesh he saw, like delicate porcelain.
Even though Sango had guided his hand, she still looked a little embarrassed, though this was not the first time he has seen her naked. This was just the first time she wanted him to. She also new that her body was riddled with scars from battles with man and demon alike. It made her feel ugly, ashamed at being what she was.
“Do you still find me as beautiful as a celestial maiden, Hou...Miroku,” she asked, feeling she had to know. Her heart pounded in anticipation of his answer, facing away from him.
Placing his hand back on her cheek, he made her face him. “No beauty could come close to yours,” he spoke softly, as her rolled both of them over, so she would be underneath him. “You should know how I feel by now.”
His words brought tears to her eyes, and put any doubt she had about how he saw her to rest. Having him now loom over her brought out a new reaction, squeezing her thighs together to trying to hide her new sensation.
Her eyes looked up at him, then at her hands which now lay on either side of her head. She bit her lower lip again nervously, “Please be gentle, Miroku.”