Chapter 8
Miroku closed the door behind them as they stepped into her house. She peered back at him shyly, wishing that his shirt was just a bit longer because she felt exposed. He looked up at her as she stood facing him, her back towards the wall. He couldn't help but like the picture of her wearing his shirt and the innocent look on her face fueled his desire.
"Are you sure you're OK?" He asked, clearly concerned.
"I'm fine thanks to you." She said giving him a weak smile. "I think I'm going to go shower off a bit."
"Alright, I'll just wait down here for you." He said, nodding towards her. She hurried up the stairs and Miroku leaned back onto the couch. He stared dazed at the ceiling, blaming himself for the danger he had put Sango in. If he hadn't begged her to go to Ash's party, that wouldn't have happened to her. It was entirely his fault and he hated himself for it.
"Oh, don't beat yourself up, Keseki." Hideko's voice made him jump up and his eyes fell upon the pretty female perched on top of the television set, her long, slender legs hanging over the side. "Howdy."
He sighed. "Hideko, I fucked up." Miroku concluded and slumped on the couch miserably. "She could have been seriously hurt, or worse. I mean, what kind of a man does that to a woman? Especially one so precious and beautiful. What kind of a man am I anyway?"
"Miroku, honey, it's not your fault." Hideko reassured him, growing more concerned. "The point is you helped her, now that has to make you feel better about things doesn't it?"
Miroku crossed his ankles and stretched out his legs in front of him. "I guess so."
"Well, I know something that will definitely make you feel better." Hideko said offering him a smile. Sometimes Miroku forgot how eccentric the people back home could be, and Hideko was definitely one of the strangest. She was always smiling or laughing, even when something was wrong. She always tried to find the silver lining in every cloud. "Your ninety-ninth couples have found each other now, and now there is just one more! Aren't you excited?" She asked.
Miroku looked over at her, not showing great enthusiasm and Hideko's face fell. "Yea, I guess that's cool and all."
The blond girl folded her arms. "Well, now I thought you'd be more ecstatic to find out that you only have one more couple to get together before you can come back home. After all, you were the one that was complaining about this place."
He stood up and started the pace the room. "Yea, well, I kind of like it here now."
Hideko made a thoughtful noise from the back of her throat. "Hm, it wouldn't have anything to do with that girl now does it?"
"No way! You think?" Miroku's voice was heavy with sarcasm and Hideko giggled, offering him a smile.
"Well, that's all fine and dandy, but remember what I told you, don't allow your personal feelings get in the way of your work." Hideko said with a wink. "I better be going before she catches you talking to yourself. Ciao."
He plopped back down on the couch, wondering if Hideko truly had anything else to do besides bother him. It was unlikely. The good news was there though. He did only have to bring together one more couple before he could head home. That was good, wasn't it?
Miroku tried to convince himself it was, but was interrupted when he heard the sounds of soft feet descend the stairs. He looked back to see her, hair long black hair was partially dry and she was dressed in black silk pajama shorts with a thin, matching top. His breath caught in his throat.
Sango moved towards him fluidly. "I want to thank you for helping me tonight." She said, smiling up at him.
"Hey, look, it was my fault you ended up in danger." He said, taking both of her hands in his. "I mean, I'm the one who begged you to go to that party. I'm the one who brought you up to that room and then left you there like a fool. Sango, I'm really sorry and I hope--"
"Shh!" She placed her finger softly on his lips and smiled up at him, a seduction in her eyes that made every nerve ending in his body scream to be satisfied. "It's nobody's fault but Ash's. Don't blame yourself."
He was quiet for a moment, before he cupped her face in his hand. "Still, I'm so sorry." She smelled so sweet, tasted so wonderful…he allowed his lips to soften and parted them slowly so that he could taste her heart-stopping sweetness upon his tongue.
He knew in his mind he was being indiscreet and no gentlemen would act this way. Miroku wasn't worried about the consequences that this would bring upon him later. He had to touch her. Kiss her. Repair the damage that had been done by Ash Ketchum.
Then his fingers were in her hair, releasing that soft, feminine scent of her hair that he associated with her. Her head fit perfectly in one hand, and the more voluptuous dip of her waist surrendered to the other. All the while his mouth moved over hers. He had to obliterate her doubts, make he feel comfortable in a man's arms again and he wanted to show her what love was really like.
Sango felt his hands traveling down towards her thighs as he lifted her up. She was a bit surprised by his quick actions, but she wrapped her legs behind his back as he fumbled up the stairs with her. His mouth was kissing everywhere and he was blinded by her breasts in his face. She giggled when he knocked them both into a wall, before he finally found the door to her bedroom.
Her brother wasn't home, lucky for the both of them, but he still found the need to lock the door. He wanted her to feel completely safe and completely private, unlike she had felt at the party. He still felt like a jerk for convincing her to come up there with him.
There was a slight change in her when the door shut. A subtle hint of urgency and desire that began to show through as she pushed him hard against the wall, pressing her body against him. Miroku was shocked, but welcomed her actions with a smile. He responded, with such fierce passion and relief that he had to press her against himself and kiss her hard to ease his ravenous hunger.
The soft cushions of her breasts burned through on his skin as they pressed hard against his chest, begging for his attention again. His hands reached up and cupped both of them, his fingertips drifting roughly over the hard nubs. She moaned and threw her head back, he stared in amazement, hardly believing how beautiful she really was. He kissed her neck then, his mouth drifting over her silken, delicate skin with frustrating restraint.
He moaned into her skin, kissing every available inch. Across her collarbone, shoulder to shoulder, in the warm hallow of her neck. Miroku shuddered as his drowsy eyes drank in the sight of the swell of her breasts under the silky top. He licked his lips hungrily as pulled down the lose straps of her top, moving his mouth along the soft, supple curves until he closed his mouth over the sensitive skin.
She was moaning and gripping his strong, bare shoulders in agonized pleasure. The heat between his own legs became unbearable as he listened to her soft, almost innocent squeals of pleasure. Lifting his head up to kiss her, he let his hands take over, exploring her perfect body as she pressed him further against the wall.
Miroku felt her hands sliding over his own body, inexpertly-- the innocent touches she was giving him seemed to set his entire body on fire more than he had ever experienced before.
Her tongue slid over his, destroying any self-control he may still have had. He wanted to feel her beneath him, to run his hands over her naked body, to kiss every inch until she was equally as aroused and hungry for his gratification as he was for hers.
"Sango," He whispered breathlessly in her ear, and he couldn't resist nibbling it softly with his teeth. A cocky grin came to his face as she answered with a spasm as she felt a warmness pool between her thighs. "You're so beautiful!"
"Miroku," She breathed with heartbreaking sweetness. Her innocence was apparent to him now and he promised himself that he would be gentle and patient with her.
With frantic fingers, she fumbled for the belt on his jeans. He closed his eyes tight to try to regain control over himself, but his hands were already dancing over her hips and he had only one thing on his mind. With an utter of pure helplessness, he pushed her back until she lay underneath him on her bed.
His mouth tasted her breath. He eased down the rest of her top and began to tug down her shorts, inch by delicious inch. Miroku pulled them off from around her ankles, then slowly kissed and nibbled along her hipbone. She gasped and cried, her feminine region begging to be touched, her fingers clutched onto his hair in desperation as he caressed his way to the soft moistness which was waiting for him.
"Oh, Kami, please Miroku." Sango panted beneath him.
She was beautiful. His hungry dark eyes devoured her completely. Her dark brown eyes were gleaming and almost black with desire. Her lips were parted, swollen and pouting from his own. Her breasts seem to jut out for his touch and he reveled in softness as he buried his face between them. A faint film of sweat reflected off her body, creating silver curves along her hips and breasts.
A strange emotion filled his head. Something far behind the physical pleasures of the flesh. Something he had never felt before with any other woman. She pulled him down to her until her mouth was beside his ear. In a shaky voice she tried to calm her trembling body.
"Make love to me, Miroku." Sango demanded him and he pulled up from her, quickly wrestling off his jeans. She looked hungrily at his erection as he hovered over top of her, now completely naked. He had the body of a god and she shuddered as he fingers played over the pulsating muscles beneath his perfect skin.
"This may hurt." He warned her as he pushed her legs apart. Sango nodded to him to continue and he thrust into her, quickly and firm, yet gentle. She cried out in pain, but he kissed her forehead, then her lips until the pain subsided. "I'm sorry about that." He said, breathing heavily and trying to adjust to the tightness surrounding him.
"It's alright." She choked out. She matched his rhythm as they made love. Her tight sweetness made him feel as if he were entering paradise.
Sango lay there later, trembling in his arms. Her mind was a blank and her body still contracted with the last remaining ripples of pleasure died down in her body. It was still dark and very late.
Miroku rubbed her arm smoothly and listened to her breathing start to calm. Then, he realized it. He loved her.
Sango felt like a goddess. Even now, sleepy and content, he ran his hands over her body and marveled at it in a sleepy murmur which pulled at her heartstrings. The moon illuminated the room quite well, but still kept it a dark and sedated place. She touched him in wonder. He was such a beautiful golden, his chest was toned and powerful. Lightly, she ran her hand down his hard stomach and blushed when she saw what that did to him.
"You're still blushing after making love to me?" He teased gently.
She couldn't look at him. She felt even more shy around him after what they had done. A little shudder rippled through her when she thought back. Miroku's reaction to her had been incredible. She had made him groan and beg, cry aloud when he reached his climax. That exquisite feeling still echoed inside her own body.
"I guess I'm a bit embarrassed, that's all." She said, blushing even further.
He propped himself on one elbow and smiled down at her. "You shouldn't be." Miroku consoled. "You were amazing. I've never, ever felt that great in my life."
Sango looked up at him, and he crashed his lips to her. He knew he was ready again and he slipped his hand down beneath the sheets and found out she was ready for him again as well. For the second time that night, they made love. Urgent and passionate. Soft and sensual. Rough and wild. He wanted her in every possible way.
She reached her climax as she felt him groan and pound into her as he reached his second for the night.
He collapsed beside her, completely spent and satisfied. He lazily wrapped her in an embrace and she enjoyed the warm, sweaty feeling of his naked body against hers, the sheet wrapped around her concealing herself.
Sango had fallen asleep, but Miroku was still wide awake. Stroking the hair away from her face and listening to her breath. He wasn't startled when he heard Hideko's voice, he had felt her presence just seconds before.
"Miroku?"
"She's gorgeous, isn't she?" He asked, in a low whisper. "Just like an angel."
Hideko smiled and crossed her legs as she sat, poised on the nightstand. "She is."
Something inside his heart stirred as he held her in his arms. "It's like, I want to hold her and never let her go." His breath moved the wisps of hair around her ears and she subconsciously cuddled closer to his warmth. He embraced her tighter and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Hideko, I love her."
Hideko stepped down softly on the carpet, and sighed, forcing a smile. "I know, Miroku." She said. "We do need to talk tomorrow though, I'm afraid. It's urgent."
"Right." He said, looking back at her momentarily in the dark. "Hey, Hideko?"
"Yes, Keski-san?" She asked.
"Thanks for everything. She makes me happy and it's all thanks to you." He saw her face fall for just a quick second, but then her expression changed quickly to a smile.
"Of course, Miroku."
Then she was gone. He closed his eyes and he was finally content. He had a sense of belonging, a sense of completeness, like a void had been filled. He loved Sango, more than he had ever loved anything in his entire life.
When Sango awoke, it was to the sound of her cell phone. She saw that the sun had seemingly risen hours ago, rain soaked her window. Sango smelled the faint scent of cologne, the same scent that reminded her of the night of passion the man sleeping next to her treated her to.
Miroku looked completely peaceful and she feared the loud cry of her cell phone would wake him up, so she quickly answered her, slightly annoyed that someone had woken her up. "Hello?"
"Hello, is this Sango Noriko?" The male voice on the other end asked.
"Yes, it is…" She said tiredly. Miroku stirred in bed next to her as his eyes adjusted to the light.
"Hey, this is Marcus Cooper. How are you my lovely lady?"
Sango froze and looked over at Miroku, then back towards the wall, his lips pressed into a thin line of anger. "Marcus? How did you get my number?"
"Oh, Ash Ketchum gave it to me last night at the party." He explained. "I wanted to call you and ask you what's up?"
"Well, actually," Sango paused for a minute and rethought about telling Marcus, or anyone for that matter, that she had been with Miroku. High school was a cruel place and she was glad that Ash had been drunk when he attacked her. Maybe he wouldn't remember, with a little luck, it might blow over. "uhm, nothing really."
Miroku was looking at her, his brown furrowed. He had yet another reason to be angry with Ash Ketchum for giving out Sango's phone number.
"Well, I wanted to see if you would like to maybe go out sometime." Marcus said confidently. "Just me and you. I'll take you anywhere you'd like to go."
"Uhm, well," She looked over at Miroku. "I can't. I'm sorry, but I'm going to be really busy over the next couple months to prepare for graduation."
"Hm, right." He said after a moment's pause. "Well, I wish you all the luck, love, but remember, if you change your mind, give me a call."
"Uhm, right." She said a bit hesitantly, absently playing with a coil of her hair. "Goodbye." She said after a moment, then put her cell phone back on the nightstand.
Sango was quiet for a moment, wondering if Miroku was angry with her. He sighed heavily. "Fucking Ash!"
"Miroku, are you angry with me?" Sango asked timidly. He turned his gaze towards her and kissed her forehead.
"Of course I'm not angry with you, love." His voice was smooth like velvet, just like it had been the night before. A shiver ran through her spine when she thought about the way he had made her feel. She never thought when Kris asked her to tutor him tutor him that she would end up sleeping with him just two weeks later. However, she had no regrets.
He kissed her again briefly. "Are you hungry?"
"Kind of." She said, settling back against her pillow in relief.
"Great. I'll make you breakfast in bed. How does that sound?"
Sango giggled and Miroku was already in love with that laugh. "No one's ever done that for me before."
"Good." Miroku said with a nod. "Then let me be the first." He dashed out of her room and down into the kitchen, where he searched around for pancake mix and strawberries. Brock had mentioned once before that it was her favourite.
Just as he turned on the oven, Hideko stepped in behind him. "Good morning, Romeo!" She said in a loud voice. He was startled only for a second, but he was really beginning to get used to Hideko's barging in without warning.
"Good morning, Hideko." He said with a sigh, trying to calm his breathing down.
"Sleep well?" She asked, taking in a whiff of the pancakes. "Mmmm, smells delicious."
"Is there something I can help you with, Hideko?" He asked, glancing behind his shoulder at her. She jumped down from her position on the fridge. Her face seemed to lose some of the cheerfulness it held.
"Well, actually I was hoping we could talk. It's about your last couple." She said, sitting at the table.
Miroku stood at the oven, busying himself with cooking. "Yea, what about it?"
The blond woman seemed tense and hesitant. She squirmed in her seat before she sighed and looked up at him with innocent blue eyes. "Well, it's Marcus Cooper."
Miroku snorted with laughter. "Oh, that fuckhead? Yea, you know he called her this morning? Boy, is he going to have a rude awakening when he finds out Sango's with me."
Hideko twisted a lock of golden hair nervously. "Well, Miroku, that's exactly the problem. He's part of the last couple and--"
"And what?" Miroku asked, reaching for the plates in the drawer. Hideko was silent and she looked away from him. He grew frantic. "And what, Hideko? Spit it out."
"Your assignment is supposed to get Marcus Cooper and Sango Noriko together." The words came out in a rush and she saw Miroku's face grow white.
"What?" He asked in utter disbelief. "No, Hideko. No way. I…I can't."
"But, it's the only way you'll complete your task."
He raked his hands through his hair, gripping it and pulling at his roots. "Then if that's what I have to do, I'll stay here forever, with Sango."
"Miroku, you can't do that." She said, fearing his anger would only grow.
"Well, why the fuck not, Hideko?" Miroku's voice was raised slightly. "I mean, god, I just slept with her. Not once, but twice. You can't expect me to give another guy the green light to go ahead and steal her away from me under my nose! You can't expect me to match them up!"
Hideko pulled out her rule book and looked up at him. "Miroku, I'm sorry, but according to the rules an immortal being can't be with a mortal being. It's just not possible."
"Fuck the rules!" He yelped. "I'm not letting Marcus Cooper take my girl."
"What?" He heard Sango's voice at the doorway. A puzzled look etched on her pretty face, her pajamas were on from the night before. "Who are you talking to, Miroku?"
"Uh…" He looked towards the chair at which Hideko sat. She simply shrugged and his shoulders slumped. "Uhm, no one. Just…uh…myself."
"Oh…Ok. Well, why were you talking about Marcus?"
"Uhm, because…I…" He trailed off, knowing Sango was growing more suspicious by the minute. Nothing was coming to him and Hideko obviously wasn't going to help him out. Or perhaps, she couldn't. Perhaps it was somehow in that damn rule book she always carried around in her kimono that she couldn't help him out. "Alright, look, Sango, there is something I have to tell you."
"Well, what is it?"
"You might want to sit down."
Sango curiously pulled a kitchen chair out from the table and sat down, unknowingly across from Hideko. She looked up at him, beautiful and expectedly. He sighed and straightened his shoulders, then prepared to tell her everything.
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