Contracting Love
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InuYasha › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
10,728
Reviews:
172
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Bad Movies and Worse Needs
A/N: Okay, so…
Drake220: hmm…sounds like we might have to make a sequel. **wink, wink**
hikaru: you’re right. I actually didn’t even realize how short the chapters were until I looked at them again today. I know this one is another shorty, but I *promise* chapter five will be longer. I really only wrote this one to get my creative juices flowing again. You’ll love the next one! …I hope. **gulp**
Nicole: honestly, this is the first Sango/Miroku pairing I’ve tried. Inu/Kags are usually my favorite, but I got inspired and it just *had* to be them. I’m glad you like it, though.
Everyone else: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR REVIEWS! You guys have no idea how much they mean to me. I really do love to hear what you like and don’t like, and I’m glad to see people who have reviewed my other stories review this one. You guys are my lifeline. I mean that. ^-^
Okay, that said, I know you might think “uh..huh?” for this chapter, but I sorta had a block and needed to do something to get me going for the next day. And now I have it. So I’ll be posting it shortly.
Ten points to anyone who can name the movie Sango’s watching and twenty to the person who can name the one Kagome quotes from!
Kiss Kiss!
~Ashes
Contracting Love
By Ashes
Chapter 4: Bad Movies and Worse Needs
Sango had discovered a long time ago that Ben and Jerry’s “Phish Food” ice cream and a really bad B movie were about the best cure for *anything* that bothered her. However, tonight the half pint had barley been touched, and the movie was half way over. She’d missed the best parts already. The footage of Bela Lugosi, the last footage that was ever shot of him, had passed, along with the flying saucers that were so horribly done you could see the wires holding them up. Vampyra was making her appearance at the moment, but Sango paid her no mind.
Though it was one of her favorite movies, it was unable to hold her attention like sapphire eyes could. She’d been thinking about the owner of those eyes since he’d dropped her off at her apartment three hours earlier. After finishing the delicious meal of rice, chicken, and other various assortments of Americanized Chinese cuisine, they’d cleaned up her office and left for the night. During the cab ride home, Miroku had casually draped an arm around her shoulder, reminding her that if they were to be believable, she would have to get used to his touching.
He’d been nothing but a gentleman to her the rest of the evening, even walking her to her door and placing a chaste kiss on her cheek. A wicked gleam in his eye, he’d promised her that tomorrow he’d take her out to lunch so they could go over the details of their “relationship”. Mike, the night doorman, hadn’t heard this part of the conversation, only noting how Sango had blushed when the young man again kissed her, this time on the hand, before returning to the cab and disappearing into the night. She’d run up to her apartment mortified at Mike‘s knowing smile.
She took a much needed cold shower before slipping into her warm bed, the feel of Miroku’s hands still on her body. The shower hadn’t helped and after tossing and turning for an hour, she’d finally decided that ice cream and a movie was just what she needed to get her mind of the dashing escort. Sure, she could have used BOB, her trusty Battery-Operated-Boyfriend, to ease the ache between her legs, but she dreaded the images her mind would conjure in her effort to relieve herself. So, instead she settled for her gooey caramel-chocolate treat and one of the best-worst movies ever made.
The distraction was not working, however. She could tell from the fit of his clothes that he had a very nice chest, and probably some nice arms, legs and…other parts to go along with it. His hands had been strong, yet gentile, on her body demonstrating that he was well versed in how to use them to their fullest potential.
Of course, those would be qualities *beneficial* to a male escort…
She didn’t like that she had to keep reminding herself that he was, in fact, her employee. She’d hired him to play the part of her fiancé at her reunion. But Kagome had been right. *She’d* never heard of an escort sending a client flowers either, and she certainly didn’t know of any who brought their clients food when they missed their date because they were working. Actually, he was acting more like…
“Stop it, Sango!” she commanded. “Just stop right there! Remember what he said? You have to get used to him acting like he’s your fiancé. *Acting* would be the key word in that sentence. What better way for him to *act* that way at your reunion than for him to get a feel of what it would *really* be like. That’s what actors do, right: *become* the characters? Maybe he’s one of those creepy ‘Method’ actors, like Max Schreck!”
**His hand certainly didn’t feel creepy…**
“Would you be quiet!”
**I’m just saying-**
“I know what you’re saying, and the answer is no! I will *not* get turned on by that pushy, arrogant-”
**Handsome.**
“-handsome… Damnit! How dare you think things like that after what he did today!”
**Oh, like you weren’t enjoying it.**
“That’s not the point!”
**Sango, he was just trying to bring out your inner girl-power. What’s the harm in that?**
“Do *not* take his side on this!”
**Fine, but you know what? You should do yourself a favor and just *admit* you’re attracted to the guy! That way, when he gets all “touchy-feely” you can just sit back and enjoy it instead of going all rigor on the guy.**
“I’m done talking to you.”
**Whatever. My ways’ more fun, but if you’d rather it take *another* five years for you to get laid, be my guest. I’m not the one who had the brilliant idea to invest in chastity belt polish.**
Sango was glaring at the T.V. at this point, fairly growling in her frustration. The phone chose just that moment to ring shrilly, startling her. She grabbed it and pressed the talk button.
“Hello?”
“Man, I thought you wouldn’t answer the phone.” The caller sounded disappointed.
Sango shifted on the couch, covering her feet with a fleece blanket. “What are you talking about, Kagome?”
“Well, I just figured you’d be busy.”
“Busy with what? The depositions? I left those at the office.” She flipped off the television, plunging her into darkness.
“No, busy with that gorgeous guy that showed up tonight with the Chinese food.”
She rolled her eyes. “Kags, that was Miroku. You know, the guy from the escort service?”
“Really? Well hot damn! He sent you flowers *and* brought you dinner? Okay, seriously, you have to give me that number back because I *so* need to get some of *that*!”
“It’s not what you think, Kagome. I hired him to act like my fiancé for the reunion so we have to get used to acting like a couple so everyone will buy it. The flowers and dinner are just part of his job.”
“Yeah, but while he’s ‘acting’ like your fiancé, can’t he *act* like your fiancé? You know, a little…”
She could almost hear the cheesy eyebrow-wiggle her friend was doing over the phone. “Not gonna happen, Kags.”
“Aww! Why not!?” she wined. “I’m serious, Sango! You need to get some worse than anyone I know!”
“Gee, thanks.”
“And I mean that in the most loving way possible, believe me, but common!”
“No, Kagome.”
“Why not?”
“Just no.”
“Give me one good reason why you can’t just walk right up to him and say, ‘Take me, man meat!’ which will probably get you the best sex of your life and will save you a lot of sexual frustration in the end which is bound to happen because the guy is fucking gorgeous!”
Sango laughed at the high pitched voice Kagome had used while reciting the phrase “Take me, man meat!” “I’ve been making you watch too many bad movies.”
“Why, Sango. Why can’t you just…do it?”
Her face turned serious and sadness weighed on her heart. “You wanna know why? I’ll tell you why. Because I’m an assistant DA for the City of New York. It would be bad enough if the press found out that I’d hired a man from an escort service to take me to my ten year high school reunion without them finding out that I also paid him for sex. Because while escort services are currently legal, prostitution is not, which is exactly what that would be. It goes against everything I stand for, as an ADA and as a self-respecting woman, to *pay* for something like that. Hiring a walker is different than contracting someone for love.”
“No one said anything about love, Sango. It’s just sex. They don’t always have to go together.”
“I know, but…for me…I like it better that way.”
Kagome sighed. “Fine, be that way,” she said dramatically. “But my way’s more fun!”
“You sound annoyingly like my inner monologue.”
“All the more reason why you should listen. If two of us are saying it, we *must* be right.”
“Goodnight, Kagome.”
“So are you going to give me that number back or what?”
She hung up the phone without responding. Checking the door to make sure it was locked, Sango finally headed off to bed, hopefully to sleep.
***
Several blocks away in his cushy penthouse apartment, Miroku was also having trouble sleeping, and for some of the same reasons.
***
A/N: Yay for talking to yourself! hehe… :-)
Drake220: hmm…sounds like we might have to make a sequel. **wink, wink**
hikaru: you’re right. I actually didn’t even realize how short the chapters were until I looked at them again today. I know this one is another shorty, but I *promise* chapter five will be longer. I really only wrote this one to get my creative juices flowing again. You’ll love the next one! …I hope. **gulp**
Nicole: honestly, this is the first Sango/Miroku pairing I’ve tried. Inu/Kags are usually my favorite, but I got inspired and it just *had* to be them. I’m glad you like it, though.
Everyone else: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR REVIEWS! You guys have no idea how much they mean to me. I really do love to hear what you like and don’t like, and I’m glad to see people who have reviewed my other stories review this one. You guys are my lifeline. I mean that. ^-^
Okay, that said, I know you might think “uh..huh?” for this chapter, but I sorta had a block and needed to do something to get me going for the next day. And now I have it. So I’ll be posting it shortly.
Ten points to anyone who can name the movie Sango’s watching and twenty to the person who can name the one Kagome quotes from!
Kiss Kiss!
~Ashes
Contracting Love
By Ashes
Chapter 4: Bad Movies and Worse Needs
Sango had discovered a long time ago that Ben and Jerry’s “Phish Food” ice cream and a really bad B movie were about the best cure for *anything* that bothered her. However, tonight the half pint had barley been touched, and the movie was half way over. She’d missed the best parts already. The footage of Bela Lugosi, the last footage that was ever shot of him, had passed, along with the flying saucers that were so horribly done you could see the wires holding them up. Vampyra was making her appearance at the moment, but Sango paid her no mind.
Though it was one of her favorite movies, it was unable to hold her attention like sapphire eyes could. She’d been thinking about the owner of those eyes since he’d dropped her off at her apartment three hours earlier. After finishing the delicious meal of rice, chicken, and other various assortments of Americanized Chinese cuisine, they’d cleaned up her office and left for the night. During the cab ride home, Miroku had casually draped an arm around her shoulder, reminding her that if they were to be believable, she would have to get used to his touching.
He’d been nothing but a gentleman to her the rest of the evening, even walking her to her door and placing a chaste kiss on her cheek. A wicked gleam in his eye, he’d promised her that tomorrow he’d take her out to lunch so they could go over the details of their “relationship”. Mike, the night doorman, hadn’t heard this part of the conversation, only noting how Sango had blushed when the young man again kissed her, this time on the hand, before returning to the cab and disappearing into the night. She’d run up to her apartment mortified at Mike‘s knowing smile.
She took a much needed cold shower before slipping into her warm bed, the feel of Miroku’s hands still on her body. The shower hadn’t helped and after tossing and turning for an hour, she’d finally decided that ice cream and a movie was just what she needed to get her mind of the dashing escort. Sure, she could have used BOB, her trusty Battery-Operated-Boyfriend, to ease the ache between her legs, but she dreaded the images her mind would conjure in her effort to relieve herself. So, instead she settled for her gooey caramel-chocolate treat and one of the best-worst movies ever made.
The distraction was not working, however. She could tell from the fit of his clothes that he had a very nice chest, and probably some nice arms, legs and…other parts to go along with it. His hands had been strong, yet gentile, on her body demonstrating that he was well versed in how to use them to their fullest potential.
Of course, those would be qualities *beneficial* to a male escort…
She didn’t like that she had to keep reminding herself that he was, in fact, her employee. She’d hired him to play the part of her fiancé at her reunion. But Kagome had been right. *She’d* never heard of an escort sending a client flowers either, and she certainly didn’t know of any who brought their clients food when they missed their date because they were working. Actually, he was acting more like…
“Stop it, Sango!” she commanded. “Just stop right there! Remember what he said? You have to get used to him acting like he’s your fiancé. *Acting* would be the key word in that sentence. What better way for him to *act* that way at your reunion than for him to get a feel of what it would *really* be like. That’s what actors do, right: *become* the characters? Maybe he’s one of those creepy ‘Method’ actors, like Max Schreck!”
**His hand certainly didn’t feel creepy…**
“Would you be quiet!”
**I’m just saying-**
“I know what you’re saying, and the answer is no! I will *not* get turned on by that pushy, arrogant-”
**Handsome.**
“-handsome… Damnit! How dare you think things like that after what he did today!”
**Oh, like you weren’t enjoying it.**
“That’s not the point!”
**Sango, he was just trying to bring out your inner girl-power. What’s the harm in that?**
“Do *not* take his side on this!”
**Fine, but you know what? You should do yourself a favor and just *admit* you’re attracted to the guy! That way, when he gets all “touchy-feely” you can just sit back and enjoy it instead of going all rigor on the guy.**
“I’m done talking to you.”
**Whatever. My ways’ more fun, but if you’d rather it take *another* five years for you to get laid, be my guest. I’m not the one who had the brilliant idea to invest in chastity belt polish.**
Sango was glaring at the T.V. at this point, fairly growling in her frustration. The phone chose just that moment to ring shrilly, startling her. She grabbed it and pressed the talk button.
“Hello?”
“Man, I thought you wouldn’t answer the phone.” The caller sounded disappointed.
Sango shifted on the couch, covering her feet with a fleece blanket. “What are you talking about, Kagome?”
“Well, I just figured you’d be busy.”
“Busy with what? The depositions? I left those at the office.” She flipped off the television, plunging her into darkness.
“No, busy with that gorgeous guy that showed up tonight with the Chinese food.”
She rolled her eyes. “Kags, that was Miroku. You know, the guy from the escort service?”
“Really? Well hot damn! He sent you flowers *and* brought you dinner? Okay, seriously, you have to give me that number back because I *so* need to get some of *that*!”
“It’s not what you think, Kagome. I hired him to act like my fiancé for the reunion so we have to get used to acting like a couple so everyone will buy it. The flowers and dinner are just part of his job.”
“Yeah, but while he’s ‘acting’ like your fiancé, can’t he *act* like your fiancé? You know, a little…”
She could almost hear the cheesy eyebrow-wiggle her friend was doing over the phone. “Not gonna happen, Kags.”
“Aww! Why not!?” she wined. “I’m serious, Sango! You need to get some worse than anyone I know!”
“Gee, thanks.”
“And I mean that in the most loving way possible, believe me, but common!”
“No, Kagome.”
“Why not?”
“Just no.”
“Give me one good reason why you can’t just walk right up to him and say, ‘Take me, man meat!’ which will probably get you the best sex of your life and will save you a lot of sexual frustration in the end which is bound to happen because the guy is fucking gorgeous!”
Sango laughed at the high pitched voice Kagome had used while reciting the phrase “Take me, man meat!” “I’ve been making you watch too many bad movies.”
“Why, Sango. Why can’t you just…do it?”
Her face turned serious and sadness weighed on her heart. “You wanna know why? I’ll tell you why. Because I’m an assistant DA for the City of New York. It would be bad enough if the press found out that I’d hired a man from an escort service to take me to my ten year high school reunion without them finding out that I also paid him for sex. Because while escort services are currently legal, prostitution is not, which is exactly what that would be. It goes against everything I stand for, as an ADA and as a self-respecting woman, to *pay* for something like that. Hiring a walker is different than contracting someone for love.”
“No one said anything about love, Sango. It’s just sex. They don’t always have to go together.”
“I know, but…for me…I like it better that way.”
Kagome sighed. “Fine, be that way,” she said dramatically. “But my way’s more fun!”
“You sound annoyingly like my inner monologue.”
“All the more reason why you should listen. If two of us are saying it, we *must* be right.”
“Goodnight, Kagome.”
“So are you going to give me that number back or what?”
She hung up the phone without responding. Checking the door to make sure it was locked, Sango finally headed off to bed, hopefully to sleep.
***
Several blocks away in his cushy penthouse apartment, Miroku was also having trouble sleeping, and for some of the same reasons.
***
A/N: Yay for talking to yourself! hehe… :-)