Contracting Love

A/N: So, ya know what the doctor said to me for the *3* seconds he was in the exam room with me about my hand? “Don’t’ worry. It’s just a little staph infection.” !!! Staph kills, people, in case you didn’t know that!!! Just a little staph infection? Why don’t I just cut off my hand and get it over with!!!
Okay, I’m done. Yay for antibiotics that seem to be working… Grr.
Anyway…
I’m so sorry, you guys, that I haven’t posted lately. I kinda hit a block. I’m still in a little bit of one, but I had to get *something* out to my loyal and oh-so-dear fans. So let me know how you feel about this one. Me, I think it’s a little weak. But, hey, we’re our own worst critics.
To hanayoslave, thanks again for picking up that spelling error. I read over that spot a hundred times and never noticed it! You’re right, the bug thing was a bit of a stretch, but doesn’t the thought of one crawling up your back while you’re in the middle of a moment with a really hot guy freak you out? It does me. *shudder* Honestly, I was sitting at my computer thinking “Hm…how can I ruin the moment…?” because I’m a mean bitch, and that’s what came out. Hehe…I’m so cruel.
Oh, and the BOB reference comes from long, long ago (high school) with my friends. We *still* call our vibrators BOB…well, actually only I do…they have other names for theirs, which we won’t get in to. But I’m glad you liked it. Feel free to pass on the glory of BOB to others! Also, if you’ve ever read “The Vagina Monologues”, there’s a story in there called “Because He Liked To Look At It” where the guy is named Bob, but I only found that *after* I’d been calling *my* BOB that for about four years. I definitely recommend that book of monologues to ALL women!
Wow. That was a long A/N. I think I’m done. Here goes!!

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

Thanks goes out to everyone who’s read and reviewed my story!

Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. I just use them for my own sadistic purposes…hehehe…
Oh, and I also don’t own any of the movies mentioned in this fic…or Brendan Fraser…Damnit.

Contracting Love
By Ashes

Chapter 6: Monster Movie Marathon!

The doorbell rang at 7:30 pm on the dot. However, Sango was not expecting him to be exactly on time and was in the bathroom when it rang. She hurriedly finished her business and ran to the door, still drying her hands on a towel. When she opened it she found Miroku, dressed in a gray graphic t-shirt, loose fitting jeans, and gray sneakers, smiling at her.

“Sorry, I was in the bathroom when you rang,” she said as she closed the door behind her. Turning she found Miroku only inches away which had her pressing her back against the door. He dove in and found her lips warm and inviting. Pulling away he smiled, satisfied. “What…was that for?”

“You apologized again. Remember?”

“Oh, yeah.” A smiled tugged at the corner of her lips, a wicked idea forming in her mind. “I forgot. Sorry.”

He kissed her again, fiercely this time, pressing her against the door with his body as her arms encircled his neck. She arched into him as their tongues teased each other, driving Miroku wild with desire.

“If I didn’t know better,” he said, breathless, “I’d think you did that on purpose.”

“Maybe I did.” Her cheeks flamed at the slip. She hadn’t meant to say it, only think it. In only two short days he’d managed to bring out a side of her that she hadn’t even known was there at all. She’d never been this forward with a man before. But Miroku was different from any man she’d met. He was patient and gentile most of the time, but firm and demanding when necessary. And he had a *really* fun way of “punishing” her for apologizing all the time.

But perhaps the most startling thing that Sango realized at that moment was that she really enjoyed his company. He’d done nicer things for her in the past two days than *any* man ever had. At first, she’d been so nervous around him she could hardly speak, but now it was really quite easy to joke around with him. She found herself smiling more and laughing, something she hadn’t done with a man for a long time.

She’d also found herself having *very* naughty thoughts about him today. All day at work she’d remembered the erotic feelings his kiss had evoked in her and what it might feel like for him to kiss her other places…to feel his bare chest beneath her fingertips…to feel him inside her, hard and pulsing…on the desk in her office…

She’d had to remind herself once again that it could never get to that level with Miroku, that their relationship was strictly business and nothing else. But it was kind of hard to do that when he kissed her that way.

Miroku was stunned at her words. She was growing bolder, that much he knew. But he had never expected her to do something so brazen as to taunt him into kissing her. Not that he minded it in the least. He would kiss her every chance he got if she would let him. Her lips were so soft and warm, practically begging to be kissed.

Kissing, however, was quickly becoming not enough for him. He wanted to make her moan in pleasure, call his name and beg for her release, and feel those gorgeous legs wrapped around his waist as he brought her to the edge over and over again. That he had even contemplated breaking the rules for this woman was bad enough. What was worse was that he wanted her, contract or no, and he could no longer deny himself that realization.

Hiding his turbulent thoughts behind a charming smile, he took her hand. “Common. Show me how well the city pays you.”

It was smaller than his place by about a third. But it was cozy, and everywhere he walked he could see little personal touches that said Sango. The front hallway by the door had a doorway on either side and a small hall closet at the end. To the right was the kitchen, done in a 50’s style retro. Black and white tile slid across the floor. A matching table and chairs set in a diner-style welded pipe frame with red leather seat cushions and a red table top sat in one corner. She even had a fridge that looked like it had come right out of “Leave it to Beaver”.

To the left stood the living room. It was very contemporary in style and a bit on the feminine side for his taste. The couch was a lavender-mauve color with an oak coffee table sitting in front of it with matching side tables on either side of the couch. An oval shaped rug sat on the floor with reds, greens, purples, and blues woven in to it. She had a 27” TV at one end and a decent stereo system. A desk sat in one corner, covered with papers. There were several plants around the room and dozens of picture frames. Old movie posters hung behind the couch in black poster frames.

“What’s in there?” Miroku pointed to a set of French doors heading off to the right of the room.

Sango rushed over to close the partially opened door. “That,” she said, “is my bedroom. You don’t need to see in there. It’s really messy right now.” The heat in is eyes told her he *did* want to see in there. “Besides, the movie’s out here.”

He grabbed her wrist when she tried to move past him. Her gaze snapped to his. They were caught in an almost spellbinding moment. The tension was so thick Miroku found it hard to breathe. “Sango…”

Her eyes held a mixture of astonishment and lust, the lids half closed. Her mouth parted slightly, waiting, anticipating his next move. An overriding sense of possession was filling him, making him want nothing more to do than grab her, throw her into the bedroom and not come out again until they were both good and satisfied and she knew who she belong to. He wanted to erase every memory she had of that bastard who’d thrown her aside and fill her head with images of the two of *them* entwined in each others embrace. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, making his body tingle in response. Her sent assailed his nose, causing the familiar stirrings of arousal in the lower regions of his body.

“Um…do you have any popcorn?”

She blinked and the spell was broken. “Uh… Sure. It’s in the kitchen. I’ll go make some.”

***

Twenty minutes later, a large bowl of popcorn seated between them on the couch, the movie marathon began! Hosted by Brendan Fraser, the marathon featured some of Hollywood’s best and worst films, including Dracula, The Mummy (the original), The Brain That Wouldn’t Die, and, of course, Plan 9 From Outer Space. They sat in silence, enthralled by the drama unfolding before them.

After about a half an hour, Miroku had had enough. He picked up the bowl of popcorn and set it on the coffee table in front of them. Reaching behind him he pulled the inviting-looking blanket off the back of the couch and scooted closer to Sango. He flung an arm around her before leaning in to tuck the blanket around her thighs, linger on the swell of her backside.

Propping his feet up on the coffee table and squeezing her to him, Miroku sighed happily. “Now *this* is how you’re supposed to watch bad movies.”

She adjusted herself more comfortably against him. “Yeah, how’s that?”

“A bowl full of popcorn, a beautiful woman in my arms,” he reached over and switched off the light, his voice growing husky, “in the dark…under a blanket.” Sango felt his hand creeping under her shirt to caress her smooth stomach. “Can’t get much better than this.”

He was doing it again. That lazy, sexy smile that told her he was about to kiss her. Her face grew hot and her nipples tightened. His hand was cool but only served to heighten her sensitivity. Her breath caught as her mind started to grow fuzzy. **Think cold thoughts,** she told herself. **Um…depositions! Blue sheets! MY BOSS…NAKED!!!** That worked. She cleared her throat. “So, have you decided what you want to be?”

“What do you mean?” His fingers were tracing lazy patterns on her stomach.

“For your job. I mean, we can’t tell people at the reunion that you…that you’re a…”

He pulled back. She had effectively crushed the moment. Sighing, he pulled his hand out from under the warmth of her shirt and ran it through his messy bangs. “Well, since you insist on staying somewhat close to the truth, I was thinking we could tell people I’m a Professor of Theology.”

She blinked. “And how is that sticking close to the truth?”

“I have a PhD. in Theological Studies from Boston University.”

“You do?”

“Yeah.” He smirked. “What, did you think I was born a prostitute?”

She blushed. “No, I didn’t mean it like that, it’s just-”

“It’s okay, Sango, I was joking.” Kind of. “We’ll tell them I teach out West somewhere. Nebraska maybe. You don’t know anyone who will be at the reunion who moved to Nebraska, do you?”

“No.”

“Good.” He settled his arm around her more securely and waited for the question that would inevitably fall from her lips. When it didn’t come, he sighed again. “You can ask, you know. It’s okay.”

“It’s just that…you’ve got a PhD and…you don‘t seem the type to…”

“I got in to it in college,” he said matter-of-factly. “I was working so hard studying to make it through school and get me degrees that I didn’t really have time for a normal job. My roommate was working for a club that…shall we say, catered to wealthy people who liked a little pain mixed with their pleasure. He mentioned to me one night when I was bitching about money that he had a few clients who were looking for someone to serve as an escort to them. He hooked me up. The word spread and I joined an agency about a year later so that I could keep better track of my…assets. I made more money at that than anything else so I just stayed.”

Funny. He’d never actually told anyone that. No one had ever asked him.

Sango stared at the man beside her. He didn’t seem to have any regrets. He wasn’t ashamed of what he did. It was just…his job.

Slipping her arms around his waist, she rested her head on his chest and smiled. She turned her attention toward the TV and watched as the tension in his body eased and he relaxed into her embrace.

“Look at that,” she said, disgusted. “Why do they always have to scream and *watch* the horrible monster come at them instead of running away?”

“Dramatic effect, I suppose.”

She smiled. “Yeah. I guess so.”

***

Miroku stretched and looked at the clock. 12:30, and the movie marathon had gone on to include the newest version of The Mummy. Brendan Fraser was making some joking comment about how *he* didn’t think his movie belonged in this marathon, but was shushed by some invisible person off screen. The solid weight of Sango rested in his lap. She’d fallen asleep about a half hour ago. It was getting late. He should probably head home.

Easing her head out of his lap, he stood and stretched again. He looked down at the sleeping form of the woman he’d been holding for the last four hours and smiled. She was so innocent looking when she slept, her side rising evenly with each breath she took, a small smile playing on her lips. She was so beautiful…

Throwing the blanket to the floor, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. It was tricky sliding open the door with a full grown woman in his arms, but it was well oiled and slid open easily. He carried her over to the large bed in the center of the room. Setting her on her feet but keeping hold of her with one arm, he pulled back the covers. He slid one arm up her back and deftly undid her bra with a flick of his wrist. Working it off her one handed and with her shirt still on was tricky, especially considering the tight grip she had around his neck.

Finally, he scooped her back up and laid her down in the center of the soft sheets. He moved to take a step back, but Sango only tightened her grip, refusing to let him leave. He gently tried to pull her hands away, but that only made her face scrunch in a disapproving frown and a disgruntled moan come from her throat. Smiling, he sighed and dropped his head, defeated.

Making quick work of his belt and dropping it to the floor, he pulled the sheets back and slid between them. He snuggled closer to Sango, who responded by sighing happily and resting her head on his chest.

“Mmm…Miroku…”

“I’m here, Sango,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the top of his head. “It’s all right. Just go to sleep.”

She sighed happily once more before Miroku closed his eyes and let sleep claim him.

***

A/N: Damn lucky girl…