Sango stepped out of the shower after nearly half an hour of washing and conditioning her hair, and shaving her legs. Miroku was right. The hot bath had calmed her down considerably and her nerves weren't on edge anymore.
She had been able to relax for at least once this week. Though, it still made her feel jittery knowing that a very attractive man was sitting on her living room couch watching sports highlights.
Starting up her hairdryer, she allowed herself to think about him and how she really felt him about him. His kiss, his scent, his touch, his voice…everything was extremely appealing to her.
After her hair was decently dried, she stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in a short tank top and sleep shorts. Miroku straightened his posture as she entered the room. "Hey there. Have a nice bath?"
"Yes." She replied with a smile. "I'm going to bed now. I've got blankets and pillows in the closet whenever you get ready to sleep."
Miroku looked at her for a moment, then stood up and flipped off the television. He wasn't too excited about sleeping alone instead of next to her. Especially the way she looked right now. It was as if she was teasing him, and he knew exactly what she wanted him to do. "May I kiss you goodnight?"
"Uhm…I…" She trailed off, not knowing quite what to say. She felt his lips on hers before she knew it and she suddenly felt awake and full of energy. He deepened the kiss, forcing her mouth open with his tongue.
Sango responded and her eyes slowly shut and she fought back for dominance. His hands were resting on her thighs and the slowly started to drift under the top of her sleep shirt. He slammed a little too harshly against the wall and she grunted in pain.
"Sorry." Miroku apologized quickly. He hadn't had sex in so long, he felt like he was about to lose control. His mind was hazy, but he didn't want her to regret anything. Maybe he was coming onto strong. "Sango…"
"Hm?" She asked, as she enjoyed the exquisite, pleasurable feeling of his tongue and lips on her neck. She held herself against the wall as he pressed himself onto her.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"You're asking me that now?" Sango asked in disbelief. "What do you think?"
"I'm just making sure!" Miroku said in his defense, his hands reached her breasts from under her shirts and he ran his fingertips over the sensitive flesh. He smiled inwardly at the ragged breath she took when he touched her and he kissed her again, nipping at her bottom lip, then soothing it with his tongue.
The faint smell of her feminine shampoo and the soft scent of her body wash was driving him mad. He felt her hands traveling towards his jeans, which he rarely ever wore. She liked that look on him, it was rugged and masculine, but she knew he looked even better out of them. Her fingers ran over the hard bulge in his pants that had taken no time at all to reach it's full size, which was almost frightening for her.
He growled impatiently and really wished she would have stopped teasing him. He unbuckled his pants and yanked them down, allowing his erection to have room. It had actually almost become painful for him and he prayed to Buddha she wouldn't back out.
Sango reached her hand into the open hole of his boxers and pulled his large manhood out. It was hard, smooth and perfectly shaped, not to mention very large. He moaned against her neck as she began to stroke his large, powerful erection until he had enough.
Before she knew it, she was being carried towards her bedrooms as he slung her over his back like a caveman. She giggled and then, in a matter of seconds, she was laying flat on her back in her own bed. He grinned down at her and pressed her forehead to hers, looking into her brown eyes with his own.
"Let me see your body." Miroku said, then sat up to pull his shirt over his head. Sango just stared at how magnificent it actually was. His broad shoulders and perfectly toned arms. He had the slightest hint of abs and she ran her fingers over his tight stomach. "Don't be shy." He urged her, leaning back down and kissing her neck, then took her earlobe into his warm, wet mouth.
She hissed and dug her fingers into his back. He hid his cocky grin into her neck, as she sat up against the headboard and he lifted off her shirt. She blushed as he sat back and drew air in between his clenched teeth. "Wow."
"What?" She asked, a little afraid.
"Beautiful. I mean, that's all I can say." His eyes were fixated on her chest for quite a few seconds, until he realized he was still painfully aroused. His eyes met hers and in an instant, he was back in top of her, kissing her more hotly and passionately than before.
His mouth left hers, leaving her gasping for air as he traveled down her neck and to her heaving chest. He buried his face in between her breasts and kissed the newly exposed skin of her stomach, his hands fallowing the trail his mouth left on her body.
He moved back up, kissing every available inch of her body until his mouth found her breast again. This time, his mouth enveloped the sensitive flesh and he flicked it with his tongue until it became hard in his mouth. Then he pulled the bud between his teeth and teased it with his talented tongue.
She arched her back and moaned breathlessly as she felt her lower region become more and more heated. His hand tugged at her shorts, until the silky black material slid off her hips. She kicked them off the rest of the way and wrapped her legs around his back.
The mere sensation of that, made him almost lose control and he could feel his erection throbbing, almost compelling him to thrust into her now, but he wanted to make this last for as long as he could.
He slid himself from under her legs and she looked at him almost surprised, until she saw him kiss her thighs, then her knees and finally the bottom half of her legs. Miroku always knew they were shaped beautifully, but seeing them smooth, long and uncovered really got him going.
Trailing his tongue back up her leg, her finally kissed her the outside of her entrance which he noticed was very wet and aroused by this point. Smiling up at her, he wasted no time in flicking his tongue over the bud of her femininity.
She ran her fingers through his hair as he delved deeper into her womanhood, tasting and licking at her until she was breathless beneath him. He pushed her legs up to rest on his shoulders and he slid his finger into her opening and flicked it tongue over the very wet sensitive area.
Sango whimpered and screamed until she felt the wave of pleasure wash over her. It was almost blinding as pleasure overtook her body. She writhed beneath him until the sensation subsided, then he pushed her legs further apart and thrust into her with an abandoned passion.
She felt him penetrate her very tight opening to the point where it almost hurt, yet it wasn't a bad pain. It was welcoming to be completed by a man once again. She could feel every inch of his arousal sliding in and out of her very wet opening. He knew exactly what to do to please her and she never wanted this to end.
His hands were on either side of her as he pounded into her with a hungry passion. He leaned down to kiss her mouth again as he moved in and out of her. Sango was faintly worried about the noise the bed was making as it pounded against the wall with each thrust he made into her, and wondered if her neighbors would complain.
But, she would worry about that later.
His tongue fallowed the same movements in her mouth, that his arousal was doing inside of her. The sensation of his tongue thrusting between her lips, and his powerful erection thrusting against the farthest region inside of her was amazing and it sent her over the edge once again.
She moaned into his mouth as she felt herself tighten and release over and over again around his arousal. He grunted as he felt her wetness cover his entire length. He wanted to satisfy her again, but he didn't think this position was going to do it anymore for her.
He pulled out of her, slowly, still throbbing and aroused. He turned over on his back and she straddled him without any further urging. He fit into her so easily, it was almost as if they were made for each other.
He stared up into her eyes as he found a rhythm, and rocked her back and forth. Miroku's hands were settled on her hips and she stared down at him, her long hair almost covering her breasts.
He took one hand and pushed the hair away, his eyes never leaving hers. His fingers teased and pinched the peaks of her breasts until she felt the fire ignite between her thighs again.
She placed both her hands on his chest and gave him a seductive smile as he lifted her up and down repeatedly on his stiff, robust arousal. His body was wet with perspiration, his dark hair clung to his forehead.
Miroku pulled her down to him and kissed her softly before moving his mouth to her ear. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever been with in my entire life." His voice was thick and husky, full of lust and passion.
Sango was surprised by the emotion in his voice and she sat up, he gave her a wink from below and she smiled. He pulled her down to him again, but this time his mouth for her breast and he teased it again with his tongue until he felt her tighten around him.
He pounded into her until he felt her reach her climax again. He thrust in and out of her tight entrance until she felt him reach his own release inside her. His body collapsed on top of her, his lips brushing hers in a gentle kiss.
She smiled up at him and he returned it before rolling off of her and settling beside her in her own bed. His body felt tired and he was ready for sleep, but not anywhere except next to her.
Tiredly, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his arms around her waist. It had been too long since she had the feeling of man's arms around her. "Will you stay in here with me, tonight?"
"I wasn't planning on leaving." Miroku growled softly, placing a kiss on the back of her neck. "Goodnight, my love."
Sango felt euphoric at the sound of those words and with in minutes they were both asleep.
The night definitely didn't last long enough for Miroku. He grunted when his cell phone rang at 7:30 A.M. It took him a few seconds to remember where he was. Naked, warm, and all-too comfortable next to Sango Noriko.
He quickly shut his alarm off so it wouldn't wake her and he sat up, peering down at her remembering the night before. He smiled and brushed her hair away from her face. It was the first time he had actually woken up next to woman and knew her name, how he got there, and actually had a recollection of the love they made.
He slipped out of bed, not bothered by his nakedness. Picking his jeans up from the floor he realized he'd have to leave a little early if he wanted to go home and change into his normal suit and tie and before his class started at nine.
Sango stirred in a sleep and rolled over to discover him and she smiled. "I'm glad to still see you here this morning."
"What? Did you think I would leave?" He asked. "Not you, my love." He leaned in and gave her a small kiss. "You hungry?"
She groaned tiredly, then shook her head. "No, I sleep in on Saturday's."
"Lucky you." Miroku said with a chuckle. "You sure you're going to be OK here alone?"
"I'm sure." She said, keeping her eyes closed. "Are you coming back by here after your class?"
"Only if you want me to. I don't want to wear out my welcome or anything." He said, sitting down next to her on the bed and placed his hand on her naked thigh underneath the quilt.
Sango eyed him as he slowly caressed her skin. "After last night, you could never wear out your welcome."
Laughing, he stood up. "In that case. I'll see you tonight." He grabbed his keys and his wallet off the dresser. He'd much rather had stayed naked and next to her all morning instead of driving 10 miles in the cold to the university he taught at. Plus he remembered that Hayden had been attending that college for a dance class like she had informed him of last week, she would probably try to talk to him at some point.
Sango heard her front door shut just before she drifted back to sleep.
Miroku looked out over the crowd of sleeping students and giggling girls. He clapped loudly and only a handful of them woke up. "C'mon, I know it's a long class. But pay attention, you guys. Now, someone answer my question." He said, walking across the room. "What might make a person insane?"
"This class." One boy answered, causing the class to uproar with laughter.
Miroku chuckled a bit and quickly calmed the class down. "Alright, alright, Frankie Funny man. You teach the class."
"What?" Frankie looked up at him, quite perplexed. "Why me?"
"Well, if you think you can do it better…" Miroku chided. "You be the teacher and I'll be the student."
Frankie stood up and rolled his eyes, then stood at the front of the classroom. Everyone was awake by now just to laugh and giggle at his speechless reaction. Miroku's cell phone rang loudly and he was almost about to ignore it until he saw that it was Sango's number.
He knew something had to be wrong. She wouldn't have called him since she knew he was in class. Excusing himself from Frankie's fake lecture, he quickly darted out into the hallway and flipped up his phone. "Sango?"
"Miroku?" Her voice was shaky and full of fear. "Where are you?"
"I'm in class. Have been for the past 5 hours. What's wrong, baby?" He asked, becoming increasingly worried.
"Someone is coming down the halls, banging on doors, they keep doing it. I heard a horrible sound, I think someone's dead."
"Ok, Sango, calm down…are you sure you heard this?"
Sango rolled her eyes. "Yes! I heard someone barking like a dog, then a woman scream and a few other people scream and doors slamming. Miroku, I really think--" She was cut off by an involuntary scream when she heard her own door being scratched at, along with a K-9 growling noise. "Miroku! It's him! It's Howard! I saw him approach the door through the window!"
"Alright, Sango. Stay inside, don't go near any doors or windows. I'll be there in 10 minutes." He shoved his phone back in his pocket and poked his head back inside his classroom. "Class dismissed."
His students seemed shocked for a second or two, but eventually saw it as a blessing in disguise. He headed for the door, but turned around to face the line of students hurrying towards the exit at the opposite end of the hall. "Next Saturday I want an 8 page paper on insanity." He called out.
He hurried out the door, straight for his car and fired up his engine. He knew he was doing eighty the entire time towards Sango's apartment complex, and in Tokyo that was a dangerous thing to do, but right now all he cared about was getting to Sango, protecting her and making her feel safe.
If anything ever happened to her…he really didn't know what he would do with himself. He had woken up this morning, feeling different. He felt happy and content, his heart seemed to pound faster and he felt more energized and awake then he had in a long time.
It was something he had never felt before, but it certainly wasn't an unwelcome feeling.
He pulled into a parking space and his red camero came to a screeching halt. He noticed immediately that police had already arrived and even part of the stairs was blocked off. He started to make his way to Sango's floor until he was stopped by a police officer.
"No one's allowed up here. It's a crime-scene." An older, over-weight cop snarled at him.
"Sir, I have to go up there."
"You live here?" He asked, eyeing him suspiciously. "Handsome fellow like yourself is always the ones we watch for. They're the ones who do the killing."
"My…uh…girlfriend…lives here. I have to go and see her…"
"Let him through." Inu Yasha grumbled. "She's your girlfriend now?" He asked, skeptically.
"Quiet. Look, is she OK?"
"Yea, she's fine. We talked to her through the door but she refuses to open the door for anyone but you." Inu Yasha explained.
"Yea," Nelly chimed in, annoying Inu Yasha by trying to be involved. "she sounded pretty upset."
Miroku walked towards her door and noticed the large blood stain on the concrete hallway in the middle of the open-air apartments just in front of the door across the hall from her. He swallowed nervously before he tapping on her door lightly. "Sango?"
"Miroku, is that you?" She asked, looking through the peephole. Sighing with relief, she opened the door and he immediately took her in his arms.
"Thank Buddha, you're OK." He said, holding her close and stroking her hair with his hand. "I tried to get here as fast as I could."
Sango started to cry and Miroku immediately shut the door to give themselves some privacy. "Miroku, I was so scared. I couldn't even move…I don't even know what happened. I don't even want to look."
"You shouldn't look." Miroku said. "Look, I think one of your neighbors got killed. Who lives across the hallway from you?"
Her eyes winded and the tears fell faster. "That's Mrs. Masouka! Jesse Masouka, she used to baby sit Kohaku when he was younger. Is she…?"
"I think so…" Miroku said trying his best to console her.
"It's Howard! Miroku! He's after me! He saw me through the window and he started to bit and scratch at it, but eventually gave up…" She trailed off when another eruption of sobs overtook her. "That's when I heard the scream and I called you and then someone called the police and they got here just before you did!"
"C'mon, we better get you out of here." Miroku said. "Pack your stuff, you're staying at my place until this creep is captured."
"But…Miroku…I can't…"
"Sango, don't argue with me. I'm not going to have you stay here and be killed. Howard Bailey knows where you live now. He knows your car, he knows everything about you!" He said, trying to scare some sense into her.
"But, Kirara…I won't leave her."
"Sango, you can bring the cat if you want. I'm not a cat person, but I can tolerate it for you." He said, softly. "Please, you can't stay here."
"What about Kohaku? What do I do with him?"
"He can stay with me too. I've got the room. I really don't want anything to happen to you, Sango. I…I care about you too much."
Sango hesitated for a moment, then looked back towards her bedroom. "Alright, I'll pack up. Will you help me?"
"Of course." He said. "The faster we get out of the place the better." He looked back towards the window and tried to picture Howard's crazed face, gnawing and gnashing his teeth at the window like a madman. The mere image gave him the shivers.
It took nearly a whole hour to pack Sango's clothes, jewelry, make up and other possessions into several bags. Miroku was stuck carrying most of them out to the car.
"Where are you two going?" Nelly asked, raising an eyebrow. They were still on the scene trying to find as much evidence as they could.
Miroku stopped, mid-stride and turned around to face his friend. "I'm not having my girl stay in this place. This is no doubt the work of Howard Bailey and now he knows where she lives. She's in danger and I'm taking her to stay with me."
"Oh!" Inu Yasha exclaimed. "I see. Trying to be the hero so she'll fall into yours arms and sleep with you, I see."
Sango peered over at him, and he simply glared at the silver-haired police officer. "I have more respect for her than that." He glowered then turned towards his car.
He felt her soft hands on her shoulders and then felt her place a warm kiss on his cold cheek. "Thank you…" She said with a smile.
"Your welcome, love." He said, smiling.
He brought her close for a small, brief kiss, for even his friends to witness.
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