Stage Lights

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of the amazing characters!


Sango sighed as she looked about the green room of the theatre. There were so many memories here. How long ago had they broken up? Six or was it seven months now? It didn’t matter. The fact was he was no longer a part of her life and she hated it! It wouldn’t have been so bad if he and his wonderful new girlfriend hadn’t shared the same theatre class with her. But no, she had to see them every day. Every day she saw them happily kissing as she sat looking at the shadow where he should be.


It took a few moments for Sango to remember why she had even come into the backroom at such a late hour. The ancient clock on the wall read 7:30. Ha! It was 7:30 on a Friday night and she was still at school! She scurried over to the table where her books were scattered and hurried to collect them. She pushed aside a few stray costumes and props as she looked for her planner. That was when she heard it. It was her favorite song, eerily drifting into the greenroom from the stage. She poked her head out the stage door only to pull it back in just as quickly.


It was Miroku! Why was he here? Oh! That’s right; he was the head of the painting crew. She giggled as she listened to him sing along to the lyrics. He really wasn’t a bad singer. It reminded her of when he used to sing her to sleep. But that had been so long ago, they weren’t dating anymore, and that wasn’t going to happen. Speaking of dating, where was that little tramp he called a girlfriend. Yumi, Miroku’s current girlfriend, was the slyest of girls. She would do petty things like pretend to be all chummy with you only to later stab you in the back.


She peeked her head back out the door and watched as he painted the set. She had to admit that he looked quite sexy in his baggy black pants and tight fitting T-shirt. His hair that was normally so well groomed had a few wild hairs straying out of his ponytail. With a loud sigh he plopped onto one of the many hard plastic school chairs strewn about the theatre. He leaned back as he admired his handy-work, occasionally running a paint crusted hand through his hair.


It was then that Sango made up her mind. A plan had formed in her head and this was the only chance she would get. She quietly closed the door and ran to the costumes closet. In but a moment she had snatched two black scarves and was headed back for the stage. The music was playing so loudly that Miroku didn’t even hear her. She gulped and then quickly covered his eyes with one of the scarves, securing it tightly in the back. She didn’t normally do this sort of thing, and it shocked even her that she was actually going through with one of her wild fantasies.


“Yumi! What are you doing?” Miroku asked as he felt his hands being tied securely behind the chair. For some reason his words angered her. But of course he would think that his girlfriend was doing this to him.

“I’m not your precious Yumi.” Sango whispered seductively in his ear.

“W-who are you?” Miroku stuttered


However he ceased his senseless chatter as soon as he felt her lips close around his earlobe. He moaned as the mysterious stranger began to suck and nibble his ear. He shuddered as he felt her slowly flick his earlobe back and forth with her tongue. He moaned as he felt a pair of hands slide up his neck and cup his face. His head was slowly leaned back. He jumped when he was suddenly pulled into a searing kiss. He felt a tongue slide across his lips begging for entrance, a request he gladly complied to.


Soon their two tongues were engaged in a battle for dominance. The angle of their kiss gave both ample access to the other’s bottom lip. It was truly a wonderful sensation. He was needless to say a little shocked when his seducer began to nibble on his bottom lip. She slowly dragged her teeth across the sensitive lips, gently nibbling select spots before clamping a majority of it in-between her teeth and running her tongue back and forth. It was positively delightful.


Sango was swimming in a world of delight. Here she was kissing the boy of her dreams and they were both enjoying it! She allowed herself only a few more seconds before ending the kiss and slowly circling her prey. When she had walked around to the front of the chair she couldn’t help but stare at the obvious bulge in his pants. She held back a giggle as she slowly slid her hands up his thighs before straddling him.


Without warning she began to grind with him. She let out a small smirk when he moaned in ecstasy. Soon she was joining in on his moaning.


“Like this?” She asked.


He could only nod in response. She smiled once again before dragging him into yet another mind blowing kiss. However, after a while she grew tired of their current position and slid back down his body. Soon she was crouched between his legs looking at his obvious erection. She cautiously snaked a hand forward and undid his pants. With trembling hands she reached in and pulled out her treasure. Miroku whimpered as he felt her hands close around his aching member. However, he did not expect what she did next. He gasped when he felt a hot mouth close around him.


Ever so slowly Sango dragged her tongue up his pulsating shaft. She then began to swirl her tongue around the tip, alternating between clockwise and counterclockwise motions. She gently sucked on the head as she ravished it with her tongue. Then without warning she plunged down, deep throating him. Ever so slowly she made her way back up and began to give the tip more attention as she pumped the base with both hands.


Miroku couldn’t take it. He had to see who was doing this to him. He began to rub his blindfold onto his shoulder, effectively loosening it to the point where it would easily slide off. When the blindfold fell about his neck he was shocked to see Sango’s head bobbing up and down. That was it for him. To see his first love doing such a thing just pushed him over the edge. He tried to warn her, but could only manage to moan out her name before spilling his seed into her mouth.


Sango was shocked to hear him call her name, but there was no way in hell she was going to swallow. She quickly clapped a hand over her mouth and sprinted to the opposite side of the stage and spit Miroku’s cum into an empty paint can. When she turned around she was mortified to see that Miroku had gotten his blindfold off. How long had that been off? She turned beet red as she walked towards him. She tried to remain dignified, but after looking back on the situation that was impossible.


She opened her mouth to say something, but quickly shut it when Miroku interrupted her. “Let me return the favor.” He demanded.


Sango could only nod numbly as she untied the scarf binding his hands. Before she could even register what had happened she found herself on her back as Miroku lavished her neck with nips and kisses. She moaned and turned her head to the side, offering him better access. Within moments she felt his hand creep up her shirt and he was soon fondling her breasts. She moaned and arched to his touch. She felt as if she were in a trance as she felt him reach up her skirt.


She gasped her appreciation as he slid his finger along her slit. She moaned his name over and over as he began to slowly pump two fingers in and out of her. Soon he was not only pumping, but wiggling his fingers, causing a new, wondrous sensation. Just when she felt that things couldn’t get any better he bent down and began to suckle on her clit as he wiggled his fingers within her, and as if that wasn’t enough he was gently pushing on her lower torso, which only heightened the pleasure she was receiving.


“Please, Miroku…Faster.” She begged to which he all too willingly complied.


She was quickly screaming her release as the hot stage lights beat onto the erotic scene below. Sango panted heavily as she came down from her climax. Miroku was looking at her with lust clouded eyes. Her constant moaning had gotten him worked up again, and now he only wanted one thing. His pleading eyes told her everything.


“Miroku…I…please, just…not without protection.”


The artist nodded as he reached into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet. It was common knowledge that the boy kept a condom under his school ID. He had gotten it at a concert only a few months back, and found it so funny he kept it in his wallet as a joke with his friends. They called it his ‘emergency stash’. No one would have believed that he would have actually had to use his stash. Without a second of hesitation he ripped off the wrapper and slipped it onto his stiff member.


Sango watched with a critical eye before finally smashing their lips together into another heated kiss. Miroku pulled away for a moment only to go back to the chair and motion her over. Sango gently lowered herself onto him, sighing as she felt him fill her once again. Ever so slowly he lifted her up and slid her back down; over and over he did this until she was practically begging him to go faster. He suddenly picked up the pace and began to ram into her.


He pounded into her tight body over and over, harder and harder, picking up the pace after each thrust. It didn’t take long for both to find their sweet release. Sango slumped back onto her lover. Miroku gently wrapped his arms around her. For the first time in seven months, things felt right again. He smiled to himself when he found that she had closed her eyes.


“Sango?” he called out gently.

“Hmm?” She responded without so much as opening her eyes.

“I really do love you…with all my heart and soul.”

This time Sango did open her eyes. She looked at him with the happiest face he had ever seen. “I love you too, Miroku.”


With that he began to sing her favorite song until she fell asleep in his arms.

Alright…I just had to write this. It’s been ages since I’ve written a lemon. The story I’m currently working on is amazing, I really do love it…but I just haven’t been able to put a lemon in for a good few chapters. I really just wanted to get another one out…just to see if I could actually produce a half-way decent one. Anyway, just tell me what you thought…was it alright, or should I just stick to stories that actually have plots and stop ruining everyone’s lemonie hopes?

Also…Should I turn this into a series of one shots, or just keep it at one?