Chapter 6
Friday night was a hot, humid night. The school week had been a long one for Miroku and he honestly couldn't wait until he was done with this. Though, he had to admit, since he met Sango, it's been a little more bearable.
It was only ten-thirty and Miroku had energy to burn. Hideko was obviously busy with something else other than bothering him, so that left him alone and bored. Miroku lay back on the couch, one leg hanging over the back and the other stretched out as he flipped through the channels. Nothing had seemed to catch his interest and he flipped it off, peering over at his cell phone that lay on the coffee table.
He bit his lip contemplatively and picked it up, searching through his virtual phone book for one number. Sango Noriko's number. Hopefully, he wouldn't wake her up, or interrupt her studying but it was a chance he'd have to take.
Sango heard her own telephone ring, and did not take her eyes off the page in her math textbook while she reached for her phone. "Hello?" She asked, absently.
"Hey there, Beautiful." His voice was recognizable and Sango felt her heart skip a beat.
"Miroku?"
"Of course it's me!" He said with a chuckle. "Hey, I know it's kind of late, but I was figuring if you weren't too busy maybe we could hang out. I have a pool in my backyard, we could go for a swim."
Sango laughed and shut her textbook. Well, the image of Miroku half-naked and wet was enough to distract her from her studies. "Miroku, I was studying."
"Was?" He asked. "So your not now?"
She twisted from side to side a bit nervous about what he was asking. He would see more of her body than she would want this early in their relationship. "Well…I suppose I could come by for a little while."
"Great." Miroku said. "I'll be waiting on you, gorgeous."
He heard her laugh, then without another word she hung up. He looked down at his cell phone with a grin and he could hardly wait until she arrived.
A whole twenty minutes later, she was there in his backyard in an oversized T-shirt and a pair of tight-fitting shorts. He wasted no time stripping down to his swimming trunks and admiring her long, smooth legs before he jumped into the ice cold water.
"Are you sure it isn't too cold?" She asked hesitantly.
"Of course it's cold." He said, peering at her from over the edge of the pool. "But that just gives me an excuse to warm you up. Now, take off all those clothes, you won't be needing them."
Sango slipped off her sandals, her toes sank into the damp grass and she tugged down her shorts, glad that the shirt covered her to her knees. Then she looked over at Miroku, his patient eyes waiting to see the heaven that the clothing concealed. She tried not to think about it as she pulled it over her head. She wondered why she even agreed to come over here so late at night and do such a thing with him. It wasn't like her.
His breath caught in his throat as he admired her in the skimpy bikini. "Wow." He muttered breathlessly and Sango felt her entire body grow hot with embarrassment. Never had a man looked at her so hotly, so searing. He made every nerve in her body ignite into flames. Her breasts were round, perfect, and teasingly exposed to him.
She slipped one long, tanned leg into the clear blue water. The moonlight reflecting off her smooth skin and Miroku could feel the needs of his body driving him to want to touch her. Feel her smooth, soft skin under his rough hands and the thought of making love to her was almost too overwhelming.
She stood there, sweet and innocent. She was thigh-deep in the water, the region of his desire hovered over the slightly wavy water and he felt his body respond to the thought of taking her innocence. He laced his fingers behind his head and watched her as she slowly became accustomed to the water. "It's cold." She complained with a giggle and Miroku pushed himself off the wall.
"Well, come here then." He said, holding out his arms where droplets of water beaded off his skin. She submerged herself in the shallow cold water, and hugged herself tightly until she felt him wrap his arms around her. His muscled chest pressed against her breasts.
He grinned at her as he danced her through the water. "You warm now,love?"
She glanced up at him, the bottom of her long dark hair was soaked by the pool water and her eyelashes held a few droplets on them. She blinked shyly and nodded. His eyes searched her face, from her chocolate brown eyes to her soft, full lips.
Miroku pushed her hair from her neck with his hand and nuzzled her neck with his nose before he placed a few soft kisses there, softly lapping up the water that had collected on her skin. She stiffened a bit, as he traveled down her neck and to her shoulders.
"Miroku?"
"I'm sorry, am I going too fast?" He asked, raising his head back up, his bangs clung wetly to his forehead and his lips were moist from the water. "Forgive me, but I just had to touch you."
She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. "No, it's alright. It feels kind of nice actually." Sango commented, her voice shaky. Miroku wrapped her in his warm embrace, she no longer felt the chill of the water.
He couldn't resist stealing a kiss from her softly parted lips.
Miroku knew there was no turning back for him now, he kissed her deeper, harder, searching avidly for her to allow him to explore her soft, feminine body. Her body was pressed against his, her fingers mussed in his slightly damp hair. His tongue pushed her mouth open, almost forcibly. A surge of excitement rocketed through his body and settled in his lower region as he felt the soft wetness of her mouth against his tongue.
The taste and texture of her made him groan and even the sharp coldness of the water didn't help conceal his excitement.
Sango threw back her head as she allowed him to kiss along her throat, and the warm, delicate skin just below her ear. He drew back a sharp breath of need and desire as she trembled in his arms and uttered satisfied little moans.
Slowly, he eased her wet, slippery body from the water and sat her on the side of his pool. He raised himself up, waist high in the water, and kissed her lips again. For the moment, he was content with kissing her, letting his skilled hands explore the firm, yet supple curves of her waist and hips beneath his palms.
"Sango." He whispered hoarsely.
Sango stared back at him with wonder in her eyes as he gently worked aside the straps of her bikini top. The sensation of her soft, silken, lightly perfumed skin against his lips was acting as an aphrodisiac.
She let out of a shaky breath when he tentatively slid his hand over one full breast. Her shoulders were exposed, and he softly kissed her clavicle, causing her to let out a pleasured sigh. She gasped when she felt him start to tug at the cup of her bathing suit, but made no attempt to stop him. She was bewildered by the fact that such an attractive man would find her this attractive. It was one thing to want to kiss her, but he wanted to do other things and when that realization hit her, a warm pool of lust settled between her thighs.
As if in a dream, she saw his lashes lift until he met her gaze. His smoky blue eyes were hazy with lust and desire, shining blackly under the moonlight and the reflection of the pool water. The air was chilly against her skin, but inside she felt hot and anxious. Something extraordinary was happening to her. Sango felt as if her own flesh and bones were melting. There wasn't an ounce of sense left in her brain. The only thing she knew is that he was holding her, looking at her with a sultry desire and her entire body was shaking with an immeasurable joy.
She shaped her hands around his neck, her fingers combing through his wet hair. Without knowing what she was doing, she found herself moving with a sensuality she had never possessed before. He pulled her back down to him in the pool water, the coldness of it soaking her already cold skin. Her whole body trembled, but not because of the chill. He felt hard, muscular and utterly desirable to her as their bodies brushed under the clear, blue water.
Parting her lips, she brought his head a fraction closer. It was an invitation he didn't reject. His mouth descended on hers and he pushed her back against the pool wall. He pushed his fingertips against the small of her back, and her back arched towards him.
Miroku slowly reached for her top again, bringing down the straps more and allowing his mouth to explore every inch and every curve of her soft feminine body. Before she even knew what was happening, she felt him pull her top aside and he let out a low growl when he exposed her breasts to him.
Sango blushed wildly, and she felt his eyes on her. He overcame his moment of shock and his hands started moving on her body under the water again, distracting her from what he was about to do. Then, she felt it. His warm, moist mouth enveloping the peak of her breast. He agonizingly teased her breasts with his tongue and teeth. She couldn't bare it anymore.
She grabbed onto his large, muscular shoulders. Miroku's mind was focused only on her. He wanted to please her, show her how a real man can love such a beautiful woman as herself. Sango touched his naked chest in awe, allowing her fingers to slowly trace the faint lines of his muscles. He groaned with a mix of frustration and an attempt of self-control, he stared at her with his eyes black with passion.
He sat her on the edge of the pool again, and it took her a few minutes to realize that her breasts were fully exposed to him, her bikini top lay behind her, untied and limp. She lifted up, and she pulled his head down to her breasts until his mouth teasingly brushed over each peak of her breasts. She tensed.
She didn't know why, but he must have sensed that she wasn't comfortable because he slowly backed away, watching her, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. His kissable lips were parted, and his eyes held concern.
"Sango?" He asked, reaching for a coil of her hair that snaked around her neck and wetly clung to her skin.
She covered herself with her arms, even though she knew he was looking nowhere but her face. "I'm sorry. I'm just…a little scared." She said finally, her dark, thick lashes splayed across her pink cheeks beautifully and Miroku felt something twist inside of him.
"It's alright." He said, trying to hide his disappointment. "I didn't mean to scare you."
"It's not your fault." She said, as she watched his turn around, signaling for her to put back on her bikini top, maybe her shirt too so he wouldn't be tempted. "I just…I've never done anything like this before." She said, fastening the string around her back quickly.
Her long slender leg disappeared at her ankles into the water, and every inch of her body was aroused and hungry and she could tell by the tightness of his muscles that Miroku was just as starved for it as she was right now.
"I should probably get home." She suggested awkwardly standing up as he turned around to face her. He pulled himself out of the water and wrapped a towel around her back. Sango couldn't help but notice the small drops of water slowly spilling down his chest and stomach.
"I had fun with you tonight." He said to her as she pulled back on her shirt, then her shorts, finally feeling concealed enough and less awkward. It didn't stop him from picturing what all those clothes concealed from his eyes.
"Yea, me too." She agreed feeling a bit awkward. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow night?"
"Yea, I'll come get you around seven." Miroku promised her as he walked with her through the gate towards her car. They shared a long sensual kiss before she finally broke away from him.
He waved at her as she pulled out of his driveway and he sighed, wondering what she was really thinking about tonight's events. He stepped back into the pool area and closed the gate, sitting down on the cement pool deck where Sango had set just moments before and stuck his feet into the seemingly now heated pool.
"Why the long face, Keseki?" Miroku heard Hideko's voice and didn't bother to turn around to look at her.
"Do you think she's angry with me?"
"Well," Hideko said, sitting down next to him and slipping her feet in the pool as well. "if I had a guy kiss me like that, I sure as hell wouldn't be angry with him."
"Guess you're right." He concluded with a shrug. "So, what's up with his Marcus Cooper guy, huh? I haven't heard anything about him since Monday."
"Oh, he'll come back into the picture soon enough." Hideko concluded, admiring her nail polish under the water. "But do promise me one thing, Miroku." She paused while he made eye contact with her. "Promise me you won't be heartbroken, no matter what happens."
Miroku stood up, his body was dry except his feet. "Don't worry about me, Hideko. I'll be fine." He promised then walked through the pool gate back towards his front door.
It was Saturday afternoon and Misty wasn't looking forward to the evening at all. The day was overcast, the sky was a thick gray and even the inside of the mall seemed gloomy. Sango searched through racks of dresses, suddenly feeling concerned of how she would look in front of Miroku tonight. She almost seemed preoccupied with it.
In fact, she seemed almost more enthusiastic about it then Misty did, which was unusual. "Misty, is everything alright with you?"
The redhead looked back at her brunette friend with surprise. "Of course. Why do you ask?"
"Well, no reason really." Sango admitted. "I've just noticed you've been acting a little strange around Brock lately. Did you two get in a fight or something?"
Misty swallowed hard. "Not exactly."
"Well, what happened?"
"Well, uhm…maybe, I sort of, kind of…" She trailed off and took a deep breath. "Kissed him."
Sango's eyes grew wide and she dropped the garment she held in her hands. "You kissed Brock?"
"Sh!" Misty quieted her down immediately and her face was almost as red as her hair. "Don't be so loud. It was only once and it wasn't even that good, so just forget it."
"Is that why you two have been acting like you have the plague or something?" Sango asked curiously, picking up a short, tight pink dress that she normally wouldn't have even thought to look at before, but tempting Miroku's sexual attraction towards her was way too much fun.
"Well, actually, he kissed me." Misty added, ignoring Sango's question. "And what about you and Miroku?"
It was Sango's turn to blush. "What about us?" She asked.
"Well, I know you kissed him. You told me remember?" Misty asked. "I bet he's good isn't he?"
"Yea, so I kissed him." She said, feeling defensive. "It doesn't mean I like him or anything. Besides, atleast I didn't kiss my own best friend."
Misty tugged a dress off the rack, once again not wanting to get on the subject of Brock Harrison. "Well, is that all you two have done? You spend an awful lot of time together."
Sango hated herself for blushing. She could have lied and said yes, but the deep pink on her cheeks gave her away and Misty knew her better than that. "Well, kind of…" She said, heading back to the dressing rooms with the pink dress she had found. "I didn't sleep with him if that's what your asking." She said, closing the door to a stall.
Misty giggled and shut the door to the stall next to the one Sango had chosen. "I didn't say you did. Your getting awfully defensive."
She bit her lip. She was defensive wasn't she? And about what? She had nothing to be ashamed of, she was almost eighteen years old and could do as she pleases. A minute later they both stepped out of the stall, after rechecking their appearance in the mirror a few hundred times, then got each other's judgment.
After much contemplating, they decided to buy the dresses. It wasn't until the two girls walked out of the small dress store that Sango spoke. "I guess I am being a little too defensive. I mean, I do like Miroku a lot, it's just…"
"It's just what?"
"It's just I have this feeling he's hiding something from me." She confessed. "Something he doesn't want me to know. I mean, I try not to read too much into that, but it's just a feeling."
Misty looked down at her feet as she walked. "Well, he seems to really like you Sango and he is cute. You can't deny that."
"Well, you're right about that." Sango said giggling. "I mean he's the one who convinced me to go this party tonight."
"Yea, and look at it this way," Misty added. "You had an excuse to buy a totally cute pink dress too."
Ash Ketchum lived in a large estate. They were one of the richest families in Tokyo. His father was a professor at Tokyo University and his mother was a lawyer. He was the only child and that also meant he was extremely spoiled.
Unlike Brock Harrison, who's father was a drunk and he had to share a low income household with nine other children. All week he had thought about the unlikelihood that Misty would ever choose him over Ash.
Why would she? He had money, popularity, charm, charisma, and he was considered the cutest guys in school, though he knew for a fact that Misty's three sisters would disagree. Speaking of which, even the three of them were invited and gravitated immediately towards him.
Why couldn't Misty adore him this much?
The large four story house was packed, the windows vibrated from the loud music inside and it was almost defining inside. Misty had arrived hours ago, helping Ash with the food, decorations, and music. Of course, he had convinced Gary to bring in booze and cigarettes from his older cousin and needless to say Misty didn't speak to Gary much. She was actually relieved that the entire house was packed, meaning she had plenty of other people to speak with besides Gary and that included Brock.
It was funny how she wanted to avoid him all week, and now he was really the only person she wanted to be around. It was the loud music, the uncomfortable atmosphere and the people who already seemed drunk before half the guests arrived. She felt safe with Brock, even though there was always the thought in the back of her mind that he would try to kiss her again.
Miroku arrived and squeezed his sleek red corvette into a parking space before helping Sango out gently. "After you, m'lady." He said with a smile and an offered hand.
Sango placed her small hand into his and looked up towards the house, almost in awe by the appearance of it. "Wow, Ash has a beautiful place. Misty told me it was a nice, but she didn't say it was a mansion."
"You should see the mansion I have back home." Miroku said absently, then wished he could take his words back.
"You have a mansion?"
"Uhm…well…uh…" He chuckled. "Kind of. It belongs to my parents back in Kyoto." He cleared his throat and ended his lie, grateful that she had bought into it. He really had to be more careful.
Once inside, Miroku held tightly onto her hand guiding her through the thick, dense, and overheated crowd of people. Some Miroku recognized as school mates and some where obviously a bit older, though he wouldn't exactly call them adults.
Now, why did Hideko want him to come to this party again? He was sure she had her reasons. She always did, though she was so tight-lipped and vague about everything it was frustrating, but somehow if he just followed her advice things turned out alright in the end. He wasn't sure how she did it or how she knew, but as far as he was concerned she was a miracle worker.
Ash had set up a makeshift stage in his large living room. The coffee tables pushed aside and the chandeliers were replaced by large black lights which cast the room into a purple glow. He stepped on stage, pulling Misty along with him. She looked down at the crowd, knowing some of them were thinking back to earlier that same week when that cruel joke had been played on her.
"Are you guys ready to party?" He asked. "I got booze in the back, please drink responsibly. Do not drive home if your not feeling up to it and please, don't throw up in my mom's vases."
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