Sango hadn't spoken to him in almost 3 days and Miroku didn't really understand why. He had the slightest hint of suspicion that it had something to do with him having sex with her after she told him to keep his hands off, but he had disregarded that without hesitation and apparently she did too.
The past three days were filled with a hunger and passion for her that wasn't being filled, and he realized that if he packed up and went back to the U.S., he would always feel like this.
An empty hallow feeling inside that couldn't be filled by anything else except being with her in the most intimate way possible. It went way past physical pleasure for him and he wondered if Sango felt the same way.
He blew out the smoke from his cigarette and flicked the ash over the side of the porch into the grass. It had been three long, miserable days without her and he was starving for her attention and her touch.
Miroku walked back inside the house and found it strange that Hideko, Kagome and Amber all stopped chattering when he entered the living room. Sango looked up at him momentarily, then quickly looked away from him.
It pained her look at him. Not because she couldn't stand the sight of him, the exact opposite actually. Every time she laid eyes on him it reminded her of how much she was in love with Miroku Keseki.
Miroku had to appear casual and he leaned against the wall, his hands stuck in his pockets. "What are you girls chattering about?"
"Nothing." Kagome said, overly cheerfully.
Miroku raised an eyebrow and glanced at his cousin, then his sister, then finally at Sango and their eyes locked for a quick second before she turned her head again. He felt a rush of heat and he desperately wished she would at least talk to him.
The front door squeaked open and Sango raised herself to her feet. Miroku wasn't expecting Howard Bailey to step through the door, but that's exactly who materialized right before his eyes.
He had his hands all over her as he pulled her into a welcome back kiss and Miroku pounded his fist against the wall.
Hideko had noticed and was glad to finally see Miroku was displaying some jealousy. Sango gently pushed him away and gave a quick glance back at Miroku who was clearly not happy with the situation.
Miroku knew Howard was supposed to return home today. He spent the whole night before preparing himself mentally for it, but yet all of that didn't seem to matter because the fact that he had his arm around her waist drove him mad.
"Miss me?" Howard asked, with a grin.
"Of course." Sango said, hesitantly as she was pulled into another kiss.
Miroku clutched onto the pack of cigarettes in his pocket and he felt as if he needed to smoke five of them at the same time. But no matter how much he fooled himself into thinking that it helped, it didn't.
Either way, he needed to get out of this room, out of this house. "Kagome, where's Inu Yasha?"
"He's at home. He's off work today." Kagome informed him. "Why?"
"I miss hanging around him. Think he'd mind if I stop by?"
"I'm sure he wouldn't." Kagome said, smiling. Miroku suddenly felt nervous around his cousin's fiancée. The girl could always read him well and he knew that she knew what had happened between them.
"Alright. Then I'm gone." He said, clearing his throat. "I'll be back tonight."
Sango watched him as he left the house, his fist shoved in his pockets. She supposed he planned on walking to Inu Yasha's house, which wasn't that far.
She wondered what he could be thinking. How he must feel about Howard coming around and pawing at her like she was some kind of trophy wife to be. Of course, she deserved it. The way she had acted while he was away was unacceptable and she felt ashamed.
But she was in love with Miroku. There was no denying that, but nothing could ever happen between them, not anything serious anyway. They're little fling had to end, now, and be kept secret forever.
No matter how the memories would always made her skin tingle with delight. She would always remember the sensation of his fingertips gliding over her skin, or the feeling of his tongue on her flesh. The wonderful feeling of having him complete her would stick with her always and she felt as if she could leave this world knowing, for at least once in her life, she had been truly loved and had experienced pure and utter bliss.
Miroku, though, was not content with that lifestyle. He flicked his cigarette on the sidewalk and snuffed it out just before he knocked on Inu Yasha's door. His house was nestled away by some large apartment buildings, much like the ones Miroku resided in back in New York.
The door opened and Inu Yasha greeted him with a small smile. "Ah, so you came to see me, eh, pervert?" He joked, nudging him with his arm.
"Sorry I haven't been by." Miroku apologized as Inu Yasha invited him in.
"So what's been up, man?" Inu Yasha questioned as he lounged back in his chair.
"You really want to know?" Miroku asked, plopping himself down on the couch. Kagome's cat, who he was surprised was still alive, Buyou, jumped in Miroku's lap and he stroked the small furry cat as Inu Yasha gave him a wary look.
"What'd you do now?" Inu Yasha asked in his usual gruff voice.
Miroku rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans like he always did when he spoke of something he didn't want to talk about. "I slept with Sango."
The confession hung in the air for a long moment and Inu Yasha sputtered his drink. He scowled and glanced over at his cousin. "Why don't you warn me next time you're going to shock me like that so I don't choke to death?'
"Sorry." Miroku apologized, stifling a grin. "I didn't know that was going to be so much of a shock."
"Sango is the last woman I would expect you to have sex with." Inu Yasha said in disbelief. "Out of all the women in the U.S., you'd come back here and sleep with your best friend who is getting married in 6 days to another man."
"It just happened." Miroku said with a pause. Then he sighed dramatically. "Twice."
"Twice?"
"Twice." Miroku confirmed.
"Are you insane?" Inu Yasha asked standing up. "Howard Bailey is crazy, Miroku. You're going to get yourself killed."
"Oh?" Miroku queried, raising an eyebrow. "Crazy, eh?'
"Yes." Inu Yasha said. "He shot one of Sango's ex boyfriends with a BB gun just because he said hello to her when they were out one night."
"Wow." Miroku chuckled. "Imagine what he'd do to me if he knew I had sex with her."
"Exactly!" Inu Yasha exclaimed, raking his hand through his thick silver hair. He sighed and sat back down. "What are you going to do now that he's back? End it with her?"
Miroku buried his face in his hands. "I don't know. I mean, I should, I just don't know if I can. She won't even speak to me as it is. I'm afraid If I end things with her she's going to think I used her."
"You better be careful, bozo. You've got a PH.D. in medicine, but that doesn't have any reflection on your common sense I guess."
"I suppose when it comes to matters of the heart brains have nothing to do with it." Miroku stated, shrugging.
Inu Yasha raised one eyebrow and folded his arms. "Are you saying you're in love with her?"
"Yes."
"You're dumber than I thought." Inu Yasha muttered. "Well, just be careful and stay on Howard's good side."
"I'll try."
Miroku made it back home by dinner time, but chose not to eat. He wasn't hungry. Seeing Sango and Howard like that was too much for him to handle and just like it had before it made him lose his appetite.
He just opted to stay in his room and watch Jeopardy again. Amber didn't question him for his strange behavior this time because she knew exactly why the two were acting this way.
Sango didn't look at him. Miroku's own eyes bore into her as he had walked through the kitchen. Neither of them spoke.
Though, Amber didn't know the whole story and Miroku planned to keep it that way. His sister tended to have a big mouth and he thought it best if they're affair stayed between him and Sango, only. Oh, and Inu Yasha.
Inu Yasha was really the only male companion he knew he could trust. Sure, he liked Nelly but he didn't know him. His father would have simply preached at him about adultery and respecting what a relationship means between two people.
And he understood that. He respected relationships. Just not Howard and Sango's relationship because it wasn't convenient for him. Miroku had become selfish at some point over the past 7 years. He was one of the cool guys, handsome and strong, fitting in with the rest of the boys in his fraternity as if they were his natural born brothers and Miroku had forgotten how it felt to work for a woman's affection.
But when Sango stepped back into his life, or rather he stepped back into hers, he was reminded how it felt to have to work hard for what you get, then have it taken away from you yet again.
And if he was completely honest with himself, he would say it hurt like hell. To see Sango and Howard together like that, after all that they had shared, bothering him unlike anything he ever imagined possible.
But now that he was away from the illusion of being the alpha male he was back home, he felt low and not so confident. His cockiness had definitely taken a blow and even his sister had seen a change in his attitude since Howard had been back.
Sango had seen a huge change in his attitude. He wasn't nearly as easy going or assertive as he had been and she blamed herself. How awful could it be to have someone sleep with you, not just one, but twice, then run back to their fiancé like you didn't even matter?
She felt like a horrible person and the more she thought about it, the less appetite she had. Sango quietly stood up and excused herself, Howard wondered what was bothering her but didn't bother to leave his meal to go and check.
She emerged from her room a minute or two later in a pair of cut off shorts, tank top, and flip flops. She looked like she was ready for a long day at the beach to soak up the sun, but she was really just prepared to go and take a walk on the beach. Just like she had with Miroku.
The night they made love for the second time, the night she relinquished all her desires and needs to him. She gave her body to him right here on this sandy beach and in his bedroom. And she loved every minute of it.
Unfortunately, she knew it couldn't last forever. Miroku's family and Howard's family had already set everything up for the wedding and it was a real fine time for her to be getting cold feet.
Sango couldn't just tell them it was off. Besides, she'd get over it. All she had to do was tell Miroku that it had to end between them because when she took her vows to Howard, she was going to stay completely faithful to him.
Smiling, content with her plan, and pivoted on her foot to start back towards the house only to see a lone shadow walking towards her, more like running.
"Sango!" He shouted, his distinct voice told her exactly who it was and she froze. He broke out into a jog as he held his hand up to her as if to tell her to wait on him.
She allowed him to catch up to her and she didn't look at him as he loomed near her. "Miroku…what are you doing out here?"
"I came to see you. I want to know why you left out of there so fast." Miroku replied. "Is everything alright?"
Sango looked away from him, hesitantly. When she finally spoke it was jarring. "No. Everything isn't alright, Miroku."
Miroku was taken by surprise and he watched as tears came to her eyes. "What's the matter, Sango?"
"Everything!" Her voice was cracked as an eruption of sobs overcame her. She felt him place a hand on her back and the familiar warm feeling of safeness and security overwhelmed her again and she couldn't let it. "No, Miroku! Don't touch me."
He put his hands in his pockets. "Fine. I won't touch you. But I want you to tell me what's wrong?"
Sango had planned to tell him it was over, she had planned that all along. But now that she stared up into the blue eyes of the man who came in, turned her world upside down and changed the course of life, she couldn't bring herself to do it. Her heart wouldn't allow her.
"Miroku, I can't." She said, wanting to run back to the house, lock herself in her room and never come out.
"Why?" He asked. "If something is bothering you I would like to know. I need to know."
"You! Miroku! You're bothering me!" She yelled.
"Me? How the hell am I bothering you? I just came out here to check on you!" He shouted angrily.
Sango turned her gaze away from her and folded her arms. "You know I was perfectly fine until you came along. You come back and everything is just so fucked up, I don't even know what I'm going to do with myself!"
"Oh, sure. Everything was fine until I came along." He said, his voice was laced with a sarcastic tone. "Your fiancé treats you like garbage. You're obviously not happy because, if you were, you wouldn't have slept with me. Not once, but twice."
Sango paused and looked momentarily panicked by his last comment.
Miroku pulled out his cigarette package and lit up again. He took one puff of his cigarette before Sango reached out and snatched it from him. "Hey!"
"Stop doing that every time you get stressed out! It's not good for you!" She shouted, stomping it into the sand.
"That was my last one!" He gasped, kicking sand out of the way. "Damn it, Sango. What gives you the right to tell you how to live my life, huh?"
"I'm not trying to!" Sango shouted back at him. "But you're the one who decides to come back and get so involved in my life! I was perfectly happy! I love Howard!"
Miroku brushed sand off his shoe and looked up at her. "Yea, well you kind of thre the whole 'love' thing out the window when you had sex with me, didn't you?" His dark eyes shimmered and she knew he was trying to make this into a fight.
Sango was silent for a moment and she really wished he would quit bringing that up. It only reminded her of what was on her mind and it frightened her. "Will you stop talking about that?"
"Why? Because you feel guilty?" His voice was raised and that only seemed to anger Sango even more. "You have sex with me while your fiancé's gone and the moment he comes back you act like I don't exist!"
"Miroku…"
"No! You know what? Go run back to Howard, have a great life without me!" He turned his back from her and started towards his mother's house. Sango watched him, his back was stiff and he kicked sand up behind his heel.
"Miroku!"
He stopped, she saw his shoulders slump and he spun around to peer at her. "What?" He tried to portray anger in his voice, but he couldn't seem to stay mad at her. She looked so fragile standing just a few yards away from him and he found himself wanting to pull her into his arms and make love to her all over again.
"I don't want a life without you." Sango's voice quivered with emotion and with in two strides he was in front of her again. His big, solid frame loomed in front of her.
"What are you saying, Sango?" His voice was low and seductive, his scent was musky, male, memorable.
"I'm saying I don't want what happened between us to change our friendship." She said, and he clearly didn't like that answer.
"You sure about that?" He asked, bending his head so that his mouth brushed her neck and Sango took a shaken breath at the sensation.
"Don't!"
"Don't what?" He asked, nuzzling her neck lovingly.
"I d-don't want you kissing me." Sango stammered, tilting her head back.
Miroku moved her mouth upwards along her neck and traced his tongue along her ear. "You don't, Sango?" He breathed in her ear and she felt dizzy, her knees were weak but his arm was wrapped tightly around her waist, keeping her from falling.
His mouth finally found hers and she clutched his open shirt in a fierce reaction. Her hands moved involuntarily up his chest and around his neck, stroking his hair and the tense muscles at the nape of his neck.
A second later she was picked up off the sandy beach, one arm under leg and the other around her waist, her feet dangled over his arms. The movement seemed to break her back to reality and she pulled away from him. "Miroku, put me down."
"Oh, I'll put you down." He said, and a second later she found herself being laid down in a secluded area of the beach, under the shadows of trees and tall grass. His mouth crashed against hers hotly. Sango's mind went blank and her body reacted with such an intensity it frightened her. Her body was being consumed by a fire that only Miroku could ignite in her. She ran her fingers through his sleek dark hair as she felt him force his tongue into her mouth.
She kissed him back urgently. She needed to feel the sensation of him, and hear his deep groan of satisfaction. Her mind had control over her body no longer; her body knew what it wanted and it wanted Miroku. Her heart wanted Miroku, and she had no control over it any longer.
But common sense was something Sango had a lot of and she had promised herself she wasn't going to sleep with Miroku anymore, no matter how hard he tried. "Miroku, stop. You're not going to make me sleep with you again."
"I'm not going to make you do anything." His voice was deep, manly and slurred with intensity. He occupied his mouth by kissing her along her neck. Fire licked inside her as the sensation of his tongue on her sensitive skin.
She shivered. "Miroku…"
"Sango…" He said her name mockingly as she did his and then grinned at her, his dark eyes sparkling, before he lowered his lips to her throat. "I want you like hell!"
"You…you can't have me!" She said, hoping to sound strong. She was yielding at his mercy, and right now he had none.
His mouth met hers again as if to shut her up and it sent waves of pleasure zipping through her body. He pulled back to remove his already open shirt, which he discarded carelessly in the sand.
Sango tried to scramble up again, only to meet his mouth. It was demanding, coaxing, sensual and it blew her mind. The fight left her, and she pulled him down to her, running her hands over his strong, muscled arms and needing to feel every inch of his hard male body.
Miroku groaned. "Oh, yes! Yes!" His voice was a breathy whisper, against her own mouth and he came back to her lips, forcing his tongue inside. His own hands were exploring her body once again, memorizing every curve and shape of her thighs as he pushed her skirt up. He then pulled her flimsy tank top off and threw it in the sand.
"Miroku! That's my clothes."
"And they look great on you." He said, ignoring her protest and continued to kiss her again. He pulled her upwards and quickly unclipped her bra. His mouth moved across her naked midriff and he tugged down her lacy panties. "But they look even better off."
She pulled at his hair as if to stop him, his dark hair sprang up around her fingers. "You're going to fast."
"Sango, If I don't have you soon, I'm going to go out of my mind." He kicked off his jeans, then wrestled his boxers off, tossing them both in the sand. They were both naked, staring at each other in shock and awe that they were actually doing this again, and had no qualms about it.
Sango looked at his broad shoulders, muscled waist, strong hips and finally at what lay between them.
Breathing roughly and not so smoothly, he came down on top of her, pushing her legs apart and moving between them. His hands softly caressed her smooth thighs as he opened her for his entry. The third time he would make love to her and this was by far the most passionate. But in 6 days, she would be gone forever from him and this was just a dream he was fooling himself into.
The last thing he wanted her to do was come back at him and accuse him of forcing her into it, so he stopped before he entered her, even though she was practically begging him to take her again. "Sango, are you sure?"
"Yes." She said, reaching down and wrapping her hand around his large, hard girth. "I need you inside me now."
He pushed himself into her without a moment's hesitation and a long sensual moan escaped her throat. It was a miracle how exact they fit together.
They made love with a fiery urgency. He was a driving, powerful force inside her and she loved every minute of their lovemaking. Sango had even forgotten she was outside and cried out not really knowing what she was saying as she felt him release himself inside her for the third time.
He collapsed on top of her, his breath dancing across her neck, making her neck feel cool from perspiration. Miroku slowly slid off of her, her back faced him and he slowly slid his arms around her. "Did you mean that?"
"Mean what?" Sango asked, exhausted and limp in his embrace.
"That you loved me." He said softly. "You said it just a few seconds ago."
Sango turned to face him, unfortunately coating the other side of her body in sand as well. "Of course I did, Miroku. Of course I love you."
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