Shuffle

*** I don't own InuYasha or any other name brand thing you might come across in this fic, such as World of Warcraft, Neosporin, Sprite, etc. ***

That first night after they'd had sex was hell. Miroku was antsy all night long, on and off the phone with InuYasha even long after he'd brought his sons home, and always speaking in excited Japanese. Rin barely spoke to anyone for the rest of the night. After their tryst she went to bed, her thirst for her guardian completely slaked. Mostly she sneezed through the night and finally conked out when Sango gave her a dose of Nyquil. The few times Miroku checked on her, she smiled so big he thought her face would break, and blushed so hard he thought she'd catch fire. Gods he wanted to go to her again, to fill her completely just one more time before he crawled in to bed next to his wife. He decided he couldn't wait for her to wake up, so he scrawled out a note in Japanese and stuck it inside her Kleenex box. He knew she would find it if she woke in the middle of the night and would know what to do. He looked to see if Izumi was awake, saw that she was facing the wall, and so he dipped down and kissed Rin's forehead, then went a little lower and gently kissed her lips. She sighed happily in her sleep and rolled to her other side, and Miroku quietly shut the door behind him as he left.

"Sango, I think I'm gonna play some WoW for a while," he said in an exasperated tone to her through their cracked bedroom door.

"Honey is everything alright? You've been upset and wound up since Kagome and I got back from the mall." She sat the book she was reading on the nightstand next to her. "Is there something you wanna talk about?"

Inwardly, he wanted to run away from her screaming. This was how it started the last time. When he cheated on Sango with Ayame, a just-turned-twenty-one intern at his office, he'd been too obvious in his guilt. He was wound up and upset, much like he was now. Sango would do her wifely duty and ask him to talk to her about what was wrong, and he'd be fidgety and awkward and act like nothing was wrong, and that behavior of pretending nothing was wrong was what had led her to start poking around and finding what was wrong. Catching this first mistake, he decided to change this affair's course before it got out of hand.

He slid into the bed next to her. "I think I just really miss Shinju," he said as he laid his head on her lap. That's it, act like you're opening up to her. And using Shinju as an excuse was perfect, because when Rin would eventually leave, Shinju would be returning, and then everything could go back to normal.

Or would it? Miroku had told InuYasha several times on the phone that he thought Rin was different. Rin was special in a way that Ayame, Chelsea, Lisa, Namie and that goth girl Rayza hadn't been. All of those, while gorgeous and sweet, were nothing compared to Rin, and seemingly, it was all because she was from his homeland, spoke his native language, touched his heart in a way that none of those others, and maybe not even his wife, could have.

Miroku's first private words to his friend was, "Gods, InuYasha, I think I'm in love." If this was indeed the case, if he was really falling for Rin, and not just wanting to use her until he stretched her out completely, then he would hurt for a long time after she was gone, even after his daughter returned. How could he hide that from Sango? How could she not figure it out? How could she stay with him knowing that he'd been fucking the girl that had taken their daughter's place, and in their own marital bed no less? His mind was reeling.

"Oh sweetheart, I'm sure she misses you too. After all, she was a Daddy's Girl." Sango stroked his hair as he ran circles in his mind on how to keep his newest and best, and quite possibly most dangerous affair from her. "I know it's gonna be a hard Christmas for us this year honey, but I'm sure we'll be alright. We'll make it." She kissed the top of his head and just stroked his hair for a few minutes, quietly regarding his handsome face. "Maybe some WoW will help clear your mind for a while. Just make sure you're back in bed by no later than two so you can get up for work tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay, thanks baby." A quick smooch to her lips and all was forgotten. So far so good. He closed the door to their room, got halfway down the steps when he heard a sick girl blowing her nose. He smiled to himself, knowing that she had found the note, and its instructions to meet him in his gamer dungeon if she awoke before he went to bed. He hit the fridge on his way down and brought two Sprites with him, and anxiously awaited her arrival. Sure enough, she came practically tiptoeing down the wooden stairs and smiled as he jumped up from his chair to meet her, taking her in his arms and kissing her medicine laden mouth, not giving a shit whether he caught her cold or not.

"Sweet Rin, I'm so sorry you don't feel good," he said as his hands groped at her sublime derriere. She laid her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around him, quietly groaning as he squeezed her posterior. "But I know something simple I can do to make you feel a whole lot better."

"Mmm, do you think we should be doing this with everyone here?" she whispered as he moved to kiss at her neck.

"Everyone's asleep except Sango, and she'll be asleep soon." Kissing her ear he heard her gasp, and then he went on, "Besides, there's a whole floor between us and them, no one is going to hear us."

"As if I could resist you anyway," she keened quietly. "As if I would deny you any part of me."

"I need you Rin… I'm serious, there's something about you and I cannot live without it." Miroku sounded desperate to have her, but not just that. He sounded desperate to keep her. He pulled back from her. "Please, let me love you again. Once wasn't enough, I've got to sink myself inside you again before this night's over."

Rin nodded, and Miroku had her stripped in no time and was busy taking his time and loving her gently on his old sofa, making sweet love to her as opposed to roughly fucking her into delirium. When they finished, Miroku brushed his sweaty bangs from his face and said softly, "I think I love you Rin."

Rin blinked. This couldn't be happening. How could he say that he loved her when he was already plainly married to someone else? And how could she be falling for someone who couldn't be faithful to any one woman? Why did it feel so good to be writhing under his touch when there was a multitude of boys at the school she attended who were more than willing to do the same things Miroku was doing to her? But more importantly, what was it about him that made her feel like what they were doing was so right,, and that if he loved her it was okay, because she felt like she loved him too?

"I don't know what to say, Miroku. It feels right to be this way with you, but… You are married and my father would kill me if he knew…" She held back a sneeze, but only long enough for Miroku to move away from her mouth as she turned her head and 'achoo-ed' away from him.

"Forget about my wife and forget about your dad. When it's just you and me, how do you feel?" His hand softly dragged up and down her back as she laid on top of him, breasts smashed flat against the planes of his chest, her bare split pressed against his nest of graying curls, still damp from her release. "If it were just you and me left in this house would you stay? Or would you run away from me all the way back to Tokyo?"

"If this were the perfect situation, I'd stay and never go back to Japan. I'd stay with you forever and ever." Miroku's blue eyes closed and he sighed with a grin. Yes, this was a conversation he had never had with any of his previous lovers. This was quite a conundrum indeed. He glanced at the clock on the wall that said it was 1:27 a.m. "We've got thirty minutes, you want me feast upon you again my little koi?"

"Wow, you really like how I taste there don't you?" she asked, a blush of embarrassment rising in her face. Or maybe that was the fever she was running. Miroku didn't care, he intended to get another good mouthful of her before retiring for the night and trying to go to sleep. He had a long day tomorrow and it would be far too many hours between him and his little lover. He needed a big enough shot of her juice to last him until tomorrow night.

"I could eat you nonstop and it still wouldn't be enough." That was the truth, too.

"I don't mind, as long as you don't expect anything in return. I'm still pretty ill ya know." Miroku kissed her deeply and rolled her so he could get up and move himself into position.

"I know, little one. Let me give you some pleasure to help you have a speedy recovery." He moved her so that she sat slouched on the sofa, knees wide apart and her bottom just dangling off the edge of the cushion. He at in the floor in front of her and kissed his way up her inner thigh as his left hand moved under her and spread her hairless lips open. Just as he had the first time he tasted her here, he felt his head spin at her taste. He lapped and nipped and toyed with her womanhood until she covered him two more times in her musky essence. They dressed and washed up as best they could in the laundry sink and then went up to the kitchen, where he gave Rin another dose of the Nyquil, kissed her neck and hugged her tightly before following her pretty little ass up the steps, and then kissing her deeply goodnight.

The next day as Miroku sat behind his computer, working on an electrical plan for a new office complex his architectural firm had won the bid for, he found his mind constantly wandering back to his sick little mistress. Being rushed and unable to concentrate, he sent the plan in without double checking it for errors, only in a rush to get back to Rin, and not giving too big of a crap about much else. On the way home, InuYasha called his cell phone.

"What's up, horn dog?" he answered.

"Great news. Kagome and Sango are making plans to take the kids out to Nashville to see that Rockette Christmas thing at the Opryland Hotel."

Miroku furrowed his brow. "Why's that great news?" Sounded like a shit stain of an adventure to him.

"You've gotta work, and your little piece of ass is home with the flu. You two ain't goin'."

"Aww man! Are you serious! How'd you find this out?"

InuYasha chuckled. "See? You always doubt me, but I always come through. I scored like ten free tickets, Kikyo pulled some strings after I told her what you were up to with this hot little Japanese kid, and she thinks Sango is entirely too subdued for a man like yourself, so she is behind your escapade all the way. She hooked me up with the tickets, and my wife hooked your wife up. Oh, and did I mention they'll get a free room for the night? And Nashville is what, four hours from here? So that's almost a whole day with absolutely no interruptions."

"InuYasha I think I love you too," Miroku said as excitement nearly caused him to run off the road.

"Don't love me, love Kikyo. Wait, on second thought don't. I'll take care of that. Still though, there is one thing you could do to repay me…"

Miroku rolled his eyes. "What."

"Let me watch, just once."

Their conversation went silent. "Miroku? You still there?"

"Did you just ask me if you could watch me fuck my mistress?"

"Yeah, so?" He sounded as if being a voyeur was as natural as breathing, as if anyone would let their best friend watch them make love to their technically underage lover.

"Are you insane? She will never go for that!"

"You don't know that." InuYasha sounded hopeful. "Just ask her, you never know what she'll say. And if she balks at the idea, just tell her I'm an idiot or something. I'll take the rap for it."

Miroku sighed loudly. "Alright, I'll ask her. But only because you were instrumental in securing our private retreat."

"All I ask is for you to ask. I won't rescind my offer either way. You certainly deserve to be as happy as you are right now. How's the secret keeping going?"

Thankful for the change in topic, Miroku answered, "She is doing much better than I am, mostly because she never says much to the family to begin with. Me, I sweat bullets every time Sango looks at me, but so far I've been able to keep it all in line. Ya know, not repeat past mistakes and honestly trying to forget about Rin altogether unless I'm with her." He stopped at a red light, looked over and saw a carload of immature teenagers bopping to the latest rap hit. The girl in the back reminded him of Rin with her hair all choppy. He faced the front again, trying to ignore the swell in his boxers that had the ill Rin's name all over it.

"Just relax man, be chilly and she'll never know a thing. Oh, Kagome's beepin' in, I gotta go. Call me with Rin's answer, I bet she surprises you, she's just got that look to her…"

"Alright, later." He flipped the phone closed. How was he going to ask her to allow some pervert to peek in on their sessions when they were barely comfortable disrobing in front of each other? But, he did promise he would at least ask, and he didn't have a problem telling Rin what an idiot InuYasha was if it meant keeping her from ending their little affair and run screaming to Sango what he'd done to her. "I swear InuYasha, if she runs to Sango I'll cut your nuts off myself."

He pulled the powder blue hatch back into the driveway behind the green club wagon that Sango drove. As soon as he entered the house he could practically smell her, aware that she was aware of his arrival, and he occupied himself as he waited for her to stand at the top of the stairs. She came out of her room, waved down to him, looked to be sure no one was watching and then blew him a kiss. He smiled at her before he was overcome by six boys racing through the dining room and out to meet him, where they all held blue green paper report cards with fair grades on them. Sango grabbed him from behind and tickled him on his neck. He turned and grabbed her in a dance pose and dipped her backwards, stealing kisses from her cleavage up to her jaw as he raised her from her dipped position, causing an angry flare of jealousy in Rin's heart.

Dammit, Rin! Get a hold of yourself! It's his wife, he's supposed to act that way with her! she thought to herself. But still, under all of her logic her father had instilled in her, she just couldn't help feeling like Miroku now belonged to her, and suddenly she was determined to get Sango out of the way as much as possible.

"Supper will be ready in about ten minutes Miroku, we're having pot roast and mashed potatoes. I thought Rin might like something a little less spicy than what we normally have since she's still so sick."

"How's she doin'?" he asked, hoping there was just the right amount of concern in his voice.

"Why don't you ask her, she's right there," she pointed up the steps. He turned to face Rin, his eyes dancing at the sight of her sweet face, his mind flooded with the images of her naked body wrapped around him, his mouth watering at the memory of how her feminine juices tasted on his eager tongue. He hoped he was in control of himself enough to keep from letting anything through his exterior. His wife would surely ruin everything if she ever knew what had transpired in her bed and in her basement.

"Well Rin," he began in a surprisingly normal voice, "how're you feeling today?" Hey, good job! That was a pretty good front there man! Now lets hope he could keep it up until after he had his fill of her later.

"Oh, I'm still feeling pretty ill Mr. Kobayashi. thank you for your concern though. Umm, Mrs. Kobayashi, is it alright if I take my meal in my room? I don't wish to make anyone else ill by sitting at the table."

Sango nodded to her. "That's fine Rin. I'll bring up a plate in a few minutes along with a fresh cold Sprite and more medicine. You go rest."

"Get naked and be ready for me, little one, I'll bring the food up to you but I'm afraid you'll have to get your dessert first." He smiled at her genuinely, then saw the frustrated look on his wife's face. "What?"

"You know she's not supposed to speak Jap while she's here, Miroku. You two constantly break that rule. Besides, what's so important that you can't say it in English?" She turned and stomped into the kitchen, stirring the massive crockpot to be sure the food wasn't sticking to the bottom.

"Hey, I only said to her a traditional Japanese gesture of get well soon!" He'd already begun with the lies, might as well go on and get in deep with them. "And the only reason I speak Jap to her is because the day she hurt her fingers that second week she was here, she said to hear her own language made her feel so comfortable, like maybe America wasn't this big scary place she felt it was. It soothed her nerves and I saw no harm in that."

Sango glared at him. "Rin seems to be quite soothed now, and seems to quite like America now, so cut the Jap or I'm calling the exchange office."

Miroku hung his head. This was going to make their love life difficult if they couldn't use their language. "Sango, honestly it's only a little Jap, and it's just little things that I say to her, like 'Get well soon,' or 'Have a good day at school.' If someone was offering to speak English to Shinju would you tell them the same?" Guilt, he'd found, was the best way to keep Sango off his back. If she was preoccupied with her own guilt, she couldn't look for his own.

She closed her eyes and sighed. "I suppose you're right. And you do keep it to a minimum. And she does seem to brighten up every time you speak to her that way." She fixed a plate for the teenager in question. "Just please, try not to speak it so often, she needs the American experience, not the Japanese-American experience." Miroku took the plate from her while balancing a cold can of Sprite and the Dayquil bottle in the other hand.

"I'll take it to her, and I'll explain that we can't speak Jap as frequently anymore, that it isn't good for her experience here. You guys start without me, I'll be down in a few minutes." Miroku kissed her quickly on the lips. "I'm sorry if I upset you, baby."

"No, it's alright. I know you were just trying to be a good father figure and take care of the girl in your care. I know you meant it in a good way." She watched him as he walked to the hallway and turned to go up the stairs. He smiled at her before beginning his ascent and then disappeared from her vision. Just wait till my Rosetta Stone CDs get here. Then I will know for sure what you two talk about. Sango loved Miroku, had loved him despite the women he'd taken in her place. When she told him she was going to kick him out after the fifth affair, the two of them had both gone into marriage counseling and individual therapy for over eighteen months. She didn't think he would be ballsy enough to attempt another affair, let alone with a girl who was considered a minor in this country, and who was supposed to be filling in the role of teenage daughter while her own child was in Rin's place, albeit with a different family, as Mr. Taisho refused to take Shinju in.

But still, she couldn't shake this feeling that something was going on between them. There was no way a pretty young girl like that could be attracted to her old man, a middle-aged gamer with graying hair and crow's feet. And there should be no way that he was attracted to a teenage girl who was smaller in size than his own daughters were. Stop it Sango, your imagination is running away with you again. Miroku's dumb, but he's not that dumb. Besides, he wouldn't break his fidelity for something as stupid as a temporary piece of ass. Irritated with herself, she took a deep breath and called out, "Okay guys, line up and get a plate! Dinner's ready!"

Miroku did the best he could to keep from leaping up the stairs. Rin heard him coming and opened the door for him, standing behind the door to cover her naked form. He sat the plate on the dresser, along with the medicine and soft drink, and then jerked his pants open, bent her over her bed and promptly shoved his half erect flesh into her, hunching over her back and covering her mouth. "She doesn't like it when we speak to each other this way, we have to cut back drastically. I'll start leaving you notes inside your shoes, she'll never think to look there," he said as he ground his way to their mutual end as quickly as he could. "I have a lot of stuff to talk to you about, you must meet me in my den again tonight. It's very important my little girl. Now, be as quiet as you can, I'm gonna make you cum hard all over me, okay?"

Rin nodded as he uncovered her mouth, reaching down to pinch her swollen clit as the other hand rolled and toyed with her pink nipple. In no time he had her convulsing deliciously all over him, her strangled hisses and grunts as melodic as her other cries of passion. Seconds later he detonated inside of her, coating her already slick passage with his seed. Not bothering to wait for her to flash him that sweet smile he loved to see when she was sated, he simply picked up a dirty shirt lying in the messy floor and wiped himself off, then jerked his pants back up and gave her a quick but heated kiss as he hurried to keep his wife from having any further suspicious thoughts. "Enjoy your meal my sexy little mistress," he grinned as he closed the door and went to eat his own dinner.

Later that night, the same as the night before, he had come in to check on Rin, saw Izumi was asleep already and gently shook Rin awake. Her eyes fluttered open, focusing on who was in front of her. When she realized it was her lover, she beamed at him. Miroku was overcome by her face and leaned down to give her lips a good once over. "Come on, we need to talk," he whispered across the shell of her ear. She got quietly to her feet, then Miroku picked her up. "It's so Sango only hears one set of footsteps." He carried her bridal style down the stairs, carried her through to the kitchen where he sat her down, confident that they were far enough away from earshot that no one would know she was with him. Unable to wait to get to the dungeon Miroku was already pressed hard against her tiny body, his mouth all over her neck and chin and anywhere else he could openly taste her. She squeaked as he kneaded her firm cheeks at her rear and he pulled back a little. "Get yourself a drink and then let's go down, I have a lot to tell you." He kissed her quickly and then went downstairs. Rin wasn't long behind him, fully awake thanks to his erotic touches to her ill body.

Miroku had taken his shirt off and had sat down on the couch. Rin put her unopened Coke on the coffee table and sat next to him. He wrapped his arm around he as she leaned in and nuzzled his chest. "I have waited all day for this," she whispered against his pectoral muscle.

"Mmm I know the feeling." He just relished the feel of her fevered body against his, so hot from being ill, but likening it to the fire of their inner fire for each other, a hot feeling that seemed to burn out of control at times. Her little hand moved back and forth gently across his stomach, causing him to sigh happily. Something else he'd never experienced with any of his former lovers: he enjoyed just being with her. "We should do this more often, it's as enjoyable as the sex." She giggled, a musical sound that made him smile. "I have some wonderful news, my little girl. Sango and the kids are going to be going on an overnight trip to Nashville, that's in Tennessee, the state below us. Anyway, they're going to watch this Christmas show and they'll be gone for almost a whole day. I'm going to arrange to have the day off, and you and I will be able to have the whole house to ourselves. And I'm going to take full advantage of the wonderful situation."

"I certainly hope so. Maybe I'll be feeling better by then and I can participate more fully." Her hand began to slide lower, grazing the front of his sweatpants and lightly fingering where his maleness was only beginning to awaken under her sweet caresses. "I'll pretend to be sicker than I am if it means I can stay home for a few more days."

Miroku felt a lump in his throat at the thought of asking her to let InuYasha watch them, but he promised his friend he would at least ask. "Uh, InuYasha played a big part in making sure everyone would be out of the way. He wanted to give us some time to ourselves… Um, he asked me to ask you something, and please don't yell or scream or run out on me, just… Just hear me out, and give me an answer."

Rin sat on the edge of the sofa and looked at him. "Okay. What is it he wants, Miroku?" Her eyes were worried, wondering what on earth he could have asked for to cause that kind of hesitation in his voice. Maybe a child sacrifice? She almost laughed.

"Rin, he…" Miroku sighed exasperatedly, "See, InuYasha and I are such good friends because we are a lot the same in many ways. He is as big a pervert as I am, maybe even more so. Well…" Miroku took Rin's hand and looked into her velvety chocolate eyes. "He wants to watch us."

Rin's brow furrowed as she smirked. "Is that all?" she asked in heavily accented English.

"Umm… Wow you took that a lot better than I thought you would." He looked at her, utterly confused. "Wait, why did that go so well?"

She laughed. "I thought he was going to ask to be with me. He can watch all day long, I don't care." Miroku's jaw dropped. She laughed even harder. "Well, if I could watch us I would, but I'm too busy participating!" She gasped as a look of eager amusement crossed her face. "Maybe he could tape it so I could watch us!"

Stunned, Miroku breathed, "Are you shittin' me?"

"What does that word mean?"

"Are you kidding me? You would let him watch? You would let him tape?"

"Sure, that kind of stuff is no big deal back home. Is that kind of thing taboo here?" She regarded him seriously, absorbing the shock of his reaction. Really, what's the big deal?

Miroku remembered InuYasha had just been to Japan like three years ago, he must've known she wouldn't object, and that's why he'd asked for the voyeuristic experience in return for his securing of the precious alone time Miroku and Rin so desperately wanted. That little sneak…

"Then I guess next Tuesday InuYasha will be staying the night with us. I'll tell him to bring his camcorder if you really want him to." He gathered her up in his arms and sat her so that she straddled him, using his muscle control to push his hardening cock against her as she peeled her shirt off.

"I want him in the shadows though, I don't know how I'll feel about watching him watch us." Her breasts were being touched and massaged by his warm hands as her hips began to rock slowly against him.

"Your every wish shall be fulfilled, Rin," and he devoured her mouth without further ado.

"Mmm, Miroku?" she gasped.

"Hmm?"

"I think I'm falling in love with you too."

Moments later they were stripped completely bare and Miroku once again found himself sunk into her strangling internal grip to the hilt, plowing a road straight to the ninth gate of hell. And so it was in the dead of night, in his cool dim basement, he sealed his fate with her as he bound himself to her heart, promising that he would never let her go home, that he would keep her here with him for as long as he could manage, and he meant every word.