Stormy Night

Sango pouted. "First we had to fight a demon and now this?" She was sitting, knees drawn up against her chest and her arms wrapped around, just inside the open doorway of the abandoned hut. They had been lucky to stumble upon it before the rain started, and now it was proving mostly sound against the torrents of water pouring angrily from the sky. As if to spite her, lightning flash and thunder rumbled overhead. "So much for the festival."

Coming to stand just behind her, Miroku said, "There's plenty of dry firewood if we have to spend the night." Between the darkness, the unfamiliar and heavily forested territory, and the storm, it was beginning to look like they would be stuck for a while. He grinned. "Kirara certainly seems to like it here." Indeed, after helping him start the fire, she had curled up contentedly in one corner and gone to sleep.

When Sango did not respond, he sat beside her, taking her hand in his. "I'm sorry we had to miss the festival," he said sincerely, earning a surprised look. "But I can think of a few things we might do to make our wait more enjoyable…" He trailed off at that, unable to keep the wicked grin from his face. She flushed, barely visible in the firelight, and shook her head furiously.

"Absolutely not!"

He blinked. "No?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

A piteous sigh. "Whyever not?"

"Well…" She sounded altogether too thoughtful. "It's damp and dirty, and we'd have to… uhm… well…" She blushed deeper at that, almost horrified at herself for revealing what she thought he had meant - and what she had been thinking about.

He chuckled. "It's also completely isolated and it would appear we have Kirara's approval. Besides, you don't even know what I was going to suggest."

"You're a hentai." Suddenly aware that she had not pulled her hand away, though only realizing this when he scooted closer, she tried to slip away. He gently tightened his grip. "It's easy to guess what you would suggest, especially since you're alone with a woman." She frowned. "I said I would marry you, but that doesn't mean you can take advantage of me."

Suddenly sober, he looked her in the eyes. "I have no intention of taking advantage of you, Sango." He was trying to be diplomatic, but she never made things easy. He was reasonably certain that Kagome had insisted that he and Sango go alone to fight the demon for just this reason, but explaining that to Sango without getting beaten to a pulp would be tricky. "At least let me try to change your mind." He schooled his expression to innocence; perhaps he would just have to show her.

"You can try, monk."

"Is that a challenge?" He could not maintain the innocent façade any longer; his heart was already pounding. "This should make things a bit more… interesting." Before she could react, he had closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to hers. She made a muffled sound of surprise. He took advantage of the opening and slipped his tongue past her lips, twisting with hers, exploring her mouth until they were both breathless. He pulled back a bit to look at her, her eyes large and lips slightly swollen from his attentions, and smiled. He liked seeing her flustered like this.

He brought his hand up, gently caressing her cheek before kissing her again. They had kissed before, but always in a rush not to get caught. He was determined not to waste this opportunity. This time, however, Sango had a mischievous look in her eyes and refused to open up to his advances. He pouted slightly.

"You'll have to try harder than that, monk," she teased.

Uncomfortably aware of the heat between them, he wondered for a moment if she really did intend to resist him all night. He was about to kiss her again and find out when lightning struck close by; the resulting boom shook the hut and its occupants, and had the very pleasant side-effect of causing Sango to jump practically into his arms. She started to pull away, mumbling an apology, but he held her tight against him. "I don't mind," he whispered into her hair. Gradually she relented, relaxing and wrapping her arms around him.

It was a gentle embrace, but there was fire in it; Miroku was beginning to wonder if she felt the heat at all, or if she was immune to it. His growing arousal throbbed, as if to say, well, she's all but on top of you, are you going to do something about it? For the moment he was content just to hold her and enjoy the feel of her in his arms. Until she shifted of her own accord, moving to straddle his lap, that is. He bit back a groan, but had to ask, "Change your mind yet, my lovely Sango?"

She hesitated a moment before nodding against his shoulder.

Having left her yukata with Kagome at the little village, she was clad in her slayer armor and while he quite enjoyed how the material clung to her form, the armor was definitely in the way. He would have to find a way to coax her out of it before too long, but for now he settled for the next best thing: slipping his hands under her rear for a good feel. She stiffened at the unexpected touch, but the usual slap was not forthcoming. Pleased with his success so far, he squeezed gently, kneading the flesh as he slowly moved his hands upward to massage her back. And while the armor was still a not entirely unpleasant pressure against his stiffening erection, for the moment it kept her from noticing his excitement and possibly losing her nerve.

She moaned softly as he rubbed her back. If that suit opened from the back, he might have dared to slip his hands inside, to touch her bare skin. Much more of this and he was sure it would drive him mad; the material of the slayer suit might be delightfully form fitting and supple, but it was also thick and sturdy and that prevented him from actually touching her.

"Sango," he asked breathlessly, "may I touch you?" She leaned back to look at him, confused. He seized the opportunity for a quick kiss, adding, "Without your armor," just before he captured her lips. Heat surged at the contact, and it was all he could do not to thrust his hips against her. The night was suddenly far too warm, despite the rain.

She shuddered in his arms and whispered, "yes," against his lips as they broke the kiss. Though reasonably certain his heart would soon pound its way out of his chest from sheer excitement, at first he thought he had to have heard her wrong. It simply wasn't like Sango to agree so easily. He stared at her for a long time, hands cupping her chin.

"You're sure?"

She nodded slowly, her hands reaching for the clasps at her neck. The armor was not designed to come off easily, and although Miroku would have loved to remove it himself, he left most of the work to her. She stood, moving slightly into the hut as she slid the material first from her arms and then cautiously down her chest, baring her breasts. In spite of the warm glow from the fire, the blush across her cheeks was evident.

While she has undressing he had risen and was leaning against the doorway, watching her intently. She was already nervous, and when she glanced at him for reassurance and caught sight of his arousal, now plainly obvious through his robes, she hurriedly looked away.

The fabric of her armor was bunched up around her waist, but she was shaking too much to continue just yet. He was beside her in a heartbeat, enfolding her in his arms. He whispered soothingly until she finally stopped shaking. "Don't be afraid, Sango."

Stubbornly: "I'm not."

He grinned at that, idly tracing circles along her bare back with one hand. "That's more like it."

She made a small "hmph!" of irritation, frowned almost playfully, and tossed her head to one side. Never one to miss an opportunity, he placed a gentle kiss on her bared neck, followed by another and another as he made his way slowly down past her collarbone. "You are so beautiful," he murmured between kisses.

And when he suddenly placed one hand on her back and the other under her rear, hitching her up against him to allow him better access to his objective, she gave a delectable cry of surprise. She looped her arms around his neck and hooked her legs around his waist as he leaned her slightly backward, teasing one rosy nipple with his tongue. She had lovely breasts, he decided; it was one thing to catch a lucky glimpse while spying on her at a hot spring, and another altogether to see her this close.

He suckled gently on the hardened peak, drawing a satisfying moan from Sango. She arched her back, pushing closer to his mouth. Struggling not to grin like a fool, he gave one last lick before moving on to her neglected breast and resuming his ministrations. He drew his tongue over the nipple, already hardened, before taking it into his mouth. Her legs shook slightly and her breath was coming in quick pants. When he gave a particularly hard suck, she tightened her grip and ground her hips against him. If she hadn't felt the heat before, she was certainly feeling it now.

Gasping, she managed, "I need -"

He set her down at that, helping her peel the slayer suit the rest of the way off. Seeing her fully disrobed before him for the first time, he had to bite back a groan and fight the urge to grab her. He wanted desperately to bury himself to the hilt in her heat. She tossed the rumpled armor away before looking at him questioningly. "Now you?"

He almost choked on his own breath but somehow managed a nod. He fumbled with the knots until her hands joined his, surprisingly steady as she helped free him from his clothes. When the robes fell away and she reached hesitantly for the waistband of the hakama he wore beneath his robes, he forced himself to remain calm and ask, "You're certain you want to do this?"

Taken somewhat aback, she retorted, "Yes. I want to see you."

Deftly, with no help from him, she loosened the hakama and slid them off. She blanched visibly as his erection sprang free from the restraining fabric, having never before seen the male anatomy in this state, though she tried not to let her nervousness show. He wrapped an arm around her, drawing her close. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, he murmured, "Don't be afraid. Touch me, Sango."

Emboldened by his words, though still hiding her face against his shoulder, she cautiously took hold of him. It took everything he had not to thrust into her hand the minute she touched him; instead he covered her hand with his, showing her how to touch him. She caught on quickly, pumping her hand up and down along his length, and he found himself very glad of the strength in her hands. She gripped him firmly as she moved her hand until he was sweating and unable to keep his hips from moving. Droplets of fluid formed at the tip. He shuddered, but gently removed her hand; he wanted to bring her to release first.

Together they spread his robes on the floor, the closest thing to any sort of bed in this place; he sat, drawing her down with him so that she was sitting beside him. He could tell she was tense, nervous about this now, so he kissed her gently on the lips, moving on top of her and leaning her back so that she was lying beneath him. He settled between her legs, enjoying the full-body contact but instead of doing what she expected, he continued his kisses, trailing down her chest and across the plane of her stomach to the curls between her legs.

He inhaled deeply, breathing in as much of her scent as he could, before lapping at her with his tongue. Much to his delight, she was already wet. She jumped at the sudden touch of his tongue against her heated flesh. But when he began to move his tongue, finding and circling the small nub until she thrust her hips against his face before moving down to taste her wetness. His reward for his efforts was a gasping breath on her part, and her hands suddenly gripping his hair; shifting so he could bring a hand up and gently tease that nub with a finger while slipping his tongue into that heat, he soon had her shivering in the aftermath of a powerful climax.

"Miroku?" Her voice was unsteady.

Breathing hard himself and glad she had finally used his name, he looked up at her. "Yes?"

"Do that again."

He chuckled at that and moved atop her again; thrusting his hips against her softly to remind her that he was still aroused, and by now almost painfully so, he replied, "Let's try something else."

She squirmed a little, her nervousness obvious. This part was what she was afraid of. "Okay."

He kissed her quickly. "I'll try to go slow," he promised.

"I know."

He kissed her again, this time slower and deeper, exploring her mouth with his tongue. She returned the kiss fervently; after a moment she relaxed into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. That was what he had been waiting for. Once she relaxed, he shifted and slid his hardened member inside of her with a careful thrust. She gasped, and her inner muscles clamped down, tightening around him.

It took all of his resolve not to move. "Gods, Sango," he murmured. "Did I hurt you?"

She let go of the breath she had been holding. "No. It's just… different. I'm not used to this," she said finally. He looked at her expectantly but remained silent. It was difficult enough not to thrust madly into her, and he nearly lost it when she shifted her hips, testing the motion. Suddenly she laughed, her voice soft. "It looks like I'm hurting you though. I'll be alright if you move."

He blinked. "You're sure?"

She grinned. "Stop asking that, monk. If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't be doing this." To further accentuate her point, she ran her hands down his back and not-so-gently groped his rear.

He moved, slowly at first, but then ever faster. She was hot and slippery-wet inside, and more than enough to drive him mad. For her part, she wrapped her legs around his waist, using the leverage to meet him thrust for thrust, quickly finding the rhythm and enjoying the new and pleasant sensations that the movement provided. Her hands slid up his back to tangle in his hair, come loose from its tie some time ago.

He reveled in the small sounds of pleasure coming from her, the feel of her skin against his as he thrust into her, but it was the sound of her moaning his name that sent him over the edge. He thrust deep several times and shook as everything seemed to contract at once and the sheer pleasure of it threatened to overwhelm him. Pulling out of her reluctantly, he rolled to the side; she moved with him, pressing up against him while they both caught their breath.

Everything was quiet for a long time save the sound of their breathing. The fire, small to begin with, had burned itself down to embers. It was still dark outside, but now everything was quiet and still after the fury of the storm. Kirara mewed expectantly. She was sitting in the doorway, drawing attention to the fact that the rain had ceased while they were otherwise occupied. Clearly she had decided it was time to get going.

Miroku smiled. "It looks like the storm has passed." Sango had already pulled on her slayer armor and was fastening the clasps at her neck. Kirara mewed again and bounded over to wind herself between Sango's feet, purring energetically.

"Yes, I guess we should be on our way," Sango murmured, her voice almost wistful. She hated to leave this place, but she would carry the memory of what had happened here with her for the rest of her days. She waited at the door while Miroku finished dressing, trying not to blush. He joined her a moment later, grinning and reaching absentmindedly to cup her rear and half expecting a slap for his efforts.

She looked like she might be angry for a moment, instinctively moving to slap him, but caught herself and smiled instead. "Let's go," she said. Kirara was already transformed and waiting to take them back to the village; if things went well they would be back well before dawn. Sango was glad to have a chance at a comfortable bed, but dreaded facing Kagome and especially Inuyasha and Shippo with their sensitive noses. They would be suspicious, and this would be difficult to explain. But with just Miroku and Kirara, it felt as if the rest of it wasn't all that important.

They would explain this somehow, and she couldn't help but think that maybe it wouldn't be so bad if the others knew.