Miroku woke up way past daylight. Even though he had slept alone, the memories of last night where still with him in the bright sunshine of the late morning.
And so where her words. Sango had told him she loved him last night and he realized that he loved her, too. Last night wasn't just sex to him. He had made love to the woman of his dreams and it was more exhilarating then he could have ever imagined.
He could smell food from the kitchen and he realized he was really quite hungry, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to face Sango, yet. He knew from experience that things like this seemed so different in the light of day then they do in the dark of night.
She might not have regretted it last night, but she might regret it today.
Miroku quickly got dressed in a pair of jeans and an forest green button-up shirt, which he decided not to button, and decided to face the inevitable. He opened his bedroom door, walked through the living room and sat down at the table.
Sango glanced up at him from the newspaper and gave him a small smile, trying to act casual in front of his family. Amber had come home from Hideko's sometime early in the morning and was now chatting on the phone with Nelly about something trivial. His mother was cooking breakfast and his father was gone once again.
So that just left them at the kitchen table, looking at each other and wondering if they other was thinking the same things they were. Miroku really couldn't tell what she was thinking and that made him jittery. He needed a cigarette and he didn't even know why he was worried about what his mother thought.
He was a grown man. He could do what he wanted. If he wanted a cigarette, he could have one. If he wanted to stay locked up in his room all day and night, he could. If he wanted to sleep with his best friend, he could do that, too.
Miroku stood up and placed a hand on Sango's shoulder before he exited through the front door. He lit his cigarette and leaned against the house and gathered his thoughts.
He hadn't really had time to do that before he fell asleep last night. He took a long drag of his cigarette. Sango hadn't said one word to him this morning, just a small smile and a knowing glance.
That was better than nothing he supposed.
He exhaled the smoke into the crisp morning air. This was killing him. Smoking wasn't helping at all and what he really needed to do was talk to her. Miroku threw down his cigarette and stomped it out, then reentered the house to see Sango was pacing back and force on her cell phone arguing with somebody.
"That's cutting it too close. Are you sure you can't make it home any earlier that that?" She asked, then was silent for a few moments. "Promise?"
Another pause.
"Alright. Bye Howard. I lo--" She stopped and looked down at her phone, then pressed the end call button. Sango glanced up at him as he stepped into the kitchen and she placed her cell phone on the kitchen table.
Miroku stared at her for a long moment and he saw the sadness in her eyes. He walked towards her, shoving his hands in his pockets just so he could suppress the urge to reach out and touch her again. "What's the matter?"
"It's Howard…" Sango said, a hint of worry in her voice. "He's not going to be home for another four days."
Miroku raised an eyebrow quizzically. And that was bad news? Did she really enjoy having Howard around? Did she not think last night was as magical as he did? Or maybe she was just confused.
Maybe he was a bad lover, perhaps Howard could satisfy her more. His ego had taken a blow by that thought. "Well," he said, trying to sound as casual as he could in front of his mother and Amber. "you're not getting married for another, what, week and a half?"
"Yes, but that isn't the point." She said, not making eye contact with him. That seemed difficult for her to do and it made him worry. He had definitely crossed boundaries last night, there was no question about that and maybe here in the light of day she did regret what had happened after all.
Amber looked at her with concern. "Don't worry, Sango-chan. He'll be home in time for the wedding."
Sango fiddled with her engagement ring and realized she had broken everything that meant last night. She felt like a horrible person and a slut and she couldn't bare the feeling of Miroku's stare on her.
She turned away from him and hurried to her room, leaving him in the kitchen, along with his mother and a very confused Amber.
His mother gave him a small smile as she dried off a cup with a towel at the sink. "You should go talk to her, dear. You've always had a way with her."
Miroku scratched the back of his head nervously and knew his mother didn't know just how right she was. Their little rendezvous was probably still on her mind and he contemplated going into the room with her. After a long moment of silence he sighed.
"Yea. I'll go talk to her." He said, stepping towards her bedroom. He tapped lightly with his knuckle and he tried to make his voice not so overpowering.
"Sango, are you alright?"
Silence.
He sighed. "Sango, c'mon. I want to talk to you."
Her bedroom door opened, and she stared back at him, her eyes red and puffy from crying. Miroku's face softened and he pretty much invited himself in. Sango had turned her back away from him and was dabbing her eyes with a tissue.
"Are you alright?" He asked, shutting the door. He hated to see her suffer like this and it was all his fault. He had lost all self control last night and he was probably going to go to hell and lose Sango as a friend in the process.
"I don't even know anymore." Her voice was soft and barely audible, her back was to him and he desperately wanted her to look at him.
"Sango, look at me please." He said, grabbing her arm slightly and turning her to face him. Her eyes averted to the ground and he forced her gaze to him. "Please, look at me."
Her gaze was fixed on his. "What?"
"I know you're upset about last night. I know you regret it and I'm sorry. I was careless." Miroku admitted.
"It was just as much of my fault as it was yours." Sango said. "That's why I feel so horrible. Howard's been nothing but faithful to me and I betrayed him."
Miroku peered down at her. His stature was taller than her and she suddenly found herself wanting to be wrapped in his arms again. She wanted to make love to him again and feel that fire he had ignited in her.
"Are you sure he's been faithful to you, Sango?" Miroku asked, after a long moment of silence.
Sango bit her lip and looked away. "Of course I'm sure. I'm going to be his wife and he loves me."
"What about these business trips?" He asked. "What do you think he does?"
Sango scowled at him and her expression was angry. "Are you saying that girls in the United States are prettier than I am?"
"No!" Miroku protested. "I didn't mean it that way. Sango, I've lived in the states for 7 long years and I have never seen any woman that would even hope to compare to your beauty."
Sango was shocked by his outpouring of words and how sincere his voice sounded. "Really?"
"Really." He replied, his voice was much softer and comforting then before. "It has nothing to do with the way you look anyway. That's not why people cheat. It's more of a power trip and a self-esteem thing."
"I assume you've cheated before than, since you know so much?" Sango asked, suspiciously. She felt a stab of jealousy in her chest so intense that it actually caused her physical pain.
"Uh…well…a few times." He said, sheepishly. "Back in my fraternity days."
"You were in a fraternity?"
"Yea. In college." Miroku said. "I had a few girlfriends, nothing special." He paused and looked at her. "Nothing that even compares to you."
Sango couldn't help but blush by his compliment. She never would have pictured Miroku being a frat boy. Of course, she never pictured him to smoke either or sleep with her.
She was silent for a moment, trying to avoid eye contact with him once again, then finally her gaze locked on his eyes. "Miroku, can I ask you something?"
"Anything." He said.
"If…you were with me…would you ever cheat on me?"
"Never." He replied, without a moment's hesitation. He shifted his position behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. His bare chest brushed against the soft cotton of her shirt. "I don't believe I told you this last night, but I really do believe I'm in love with you." He finished his statement with a small kiss on her neck.
"You are?" She asked, shocked. The familiar feeling of his lips to her skin was exhilarating.
"Yes." He replied softly and his hand glided between his thighs, caressing her through her jeans.
"Miroku, we're not alone, remember?" She protested, as if that was the only reason she should stop him from making advances on her. Sango didn't try in the least bit to push him off of her because his touch was quickly firing her body into a wet and willing response.
"I know we're not." He said, pulling away from her before he lost his senses again. Sango immediately wanted that warm feeling of his arms around her again, but she figured it would lead somewhere she didn't want it to lead right now. "I'm sorry. I'll keep my hands to myself."
"Is that a promise?"
"Frat's honor." He said, winking with a smile, in a very Miroku-like way.
Night fall had come once again and it was the time of night when Sango's thoughts started to bug her frenziedly again. She felt lonely in her bedroom, the house was completely silent, except for the familiar hum of the television in Miroku's room.
She sat on her bed, ringing Howard's cell phone for the 5th time in the last hour. She glanced at her clock and realized she had almost forgotten about the time difference. Her digital alarm clock read 11:13 P.M., that meant it was 1 o'clock P.M. the next day in the U.S. Of course he was awake at this hour, maybe he was in a meeting or something like that.
At least that's what she wanted to believe. Miroku's conversation with her really caused her to open her eyes and look at her and Howard's relationship in a whole new perspective. Could these business trips be anything more than just that…business trips. She didn't know and she was really honestly too tired to analyze it.
Sango gave up trying his number and threw her cell phone onto her bed and then exited her bedroom. The house was dark except for the hallway light Miroku's mother had left on for middle-of-the-night bathroom trips and probably for the nocturnal Miroku.
It was stuffy and warm in the house tonight, despite the air conditioner being on. She wanted some fresh air and opened the front door to step outside on the porch and took a deep breath of fresh summer air.
"Not headed to bed?" A male voice sounded from behind her and Sango almost jumped out of her skin.
In the dark of night, his shadowy silhouette was tall and mysterious, a small, red light gave away the fact he had stepped outside for a smoke. One hand was stuck in his pocket and the other one held the cigarette to his mouth.
"Smoking again?" She asked, trying to hide the fact he had frightened her. He was so quiet and stealthy and she was quite embarrassed by the fact.
"Nerves." He said, for an excuse, then flicked the charred bud away.
Sango leaned against the house next to him. "Are you headed for bed?"
Miroku kicked the cigarette off the side of the porch. "Actually," he said, pushing himself off the wall. "I was thinking about a stroll on the beach. Care to join me?"
They both knew what he was implying and after a moment's hesitation she nodded.
Neither of them spoke a word until they reached the small bike path that led to the beach. "I've never strolled on the beach on midnight before." She confessed.
Miroku was now so close to her that she could feel herself being aroused by just the mere thought of what he could do to her at any moment. The lights from the all-night bars and restaurants illuminated him and she saw that he still had failed to button up his shirt and it really distracted her mind.
He gave her a handsome, lop-sided grin. "You live within walking distance of the beach and you've never taken a midnight stroll with Howard?"
"I've asked." She told him. "But he always says it's too late or too cold or too something."
Sango felt his arm snake around her shoulders and despite it being the middle of June, the ocean breeze gave a chill to the night air and his warm, strong body kept her warm and gave her a feeling of security.
"It's quite an experience." He murmured softly. His handsome voice was like a caress--a velvety, sexual caress.
Everything around them was dark. The sea was dark with a reflection of the silver moon in the sky, the trees were dark, the sand was dark and Miroku had even stepped on a couple of sticks, one of which really hurt but he kept quiet.
With every step away from the restaurants and clubs she could feel her excitement growing. The late ocean breeze gave her a whiff of his cologne and that deep pulsating need seemed to grow stronger just by the masculine scent.
Miroku finally stopped and cupped her face with his hands. He had promised to keep his hands to himself, but this little walk on the beach with her was strangely arousing and he couldn't help himself. And he was more than happy she didn't protest to the fact he was going to kiss her.
His lips brushed hers in a soft, lingering, never-ending kiss. Sango swore she wouldn't let him do this again, she had decided that when she had gotten changed last night and went to her own bedroom to sleep. But yet, here she was allowing him to throw her sluggish hormones into overdrive again.
His hands were like magic as they moved to her waist, his thumb meeting at her naval. He pulled her shirt over her head and was disappointed to see that she was wearing a bra. His work wasn't quite cut out for him, but he discovered last night that undressing her was part of the fun.
He buried his head between her breasts and kissed the half-exposed flesh and he felt his erection become painfully hard at the mere action.
He pulled her restraints aside and ran his tongue over the sensitive, pink bud, savoring her sweetness that he had grown to love and be addicted to. Everything was so exquisitely slow and it seemed as if it could last forever.
She could feel the warm sensation pool between her legs and when he finally nuzzled her lower region once again, she had to stop herself from moaning in ecstasy. She wasn't sure if they were completely alone or not, it was too dark to tell. There was no hurried action to send her over the edge to a mind-blowing climax. He simply licked and sucked on the bud of femininity and there wasn't a single place on her body that wasn't on fire.
The minutes seemed to stretch on for eternity as he continued to please her, his own urgency to fill her was building the more he fondled her sensitive area gently.
There was something surprisingly tender about their love-making.
Even when he thrust into her, it was deep, long strokes. His dark hair clung to his forehead with sweat and his face wore an expression of pure pleasure. Sango even felt as if her body was created especially for this. To receive him, and him only.
She never felt that way about Howard.
Miroku made her feel completely feminine and she liked it. It wasn't in a demeaning way, or an overpowering way, either. It was in a comforting away, as if he was her protector and she was his lover. This is what it felt like to truly be in love and she was missing out on a lot.
She arched her back towards him, so that with every thrust he made into her his tongue could flick across her breast and urge her on even more. Their bodies were slippery with sweat, partially do to the summer air and partially because of what they were doing. She could feel him burning against her. The tight muscles of his stomach tensed against her own and she could finally hold out no longer.
She gave a loud cry of pleasure as he quickened his pace. The sensation of her final pleasure sent him over the edge and he gave a low moan as he released himself inside her.
His mouth found hers in an urgent, unrehearsed kiss as every bone in his body was filled with passion. He pulled out of her and rolled next to her on their bed of sand.
Miroku wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her neck lovingly, pushing back the strands of hair on her neck. "I love you so very much." He said softly.
She turned to face him as she tried to slow her heartbeat down. "I love you, too."
He smiled at her, the only noise between them was the sound of the loud bar just down the beach. They just stared at each other in the darkness for a long moment before Miroku had the energy to sit up and gather their clothes.
"We should probably go and rinse off before we get dressed and head back, hm?" He asked, looking at her very sandy legs, her entire back was covered in sand as well.
"Oh, right." Sango stood up and brushed the sand from her hair and they started towards the water. The water seemed colder at night, but it was thrilling to be washing off almost completely naked with him.
He shook the water from his dark wet hair and he enjoyed trying to get the sand off Sango's back. He touched her more than he really needed to, but she didn't mind that. She loved his touch. She loved his kiss. She loved everything about him.
Miroku handed Sango her clothes and she quickly dressed. She was still so skittish about Miroku seeing her naked and she really didn't know why. He obviously loved the way she looked, he couldn't seem to keep his hands off her.
But she still found flaws in herself that she couldn't overcome, though Miroku saw none.
"Shall we?" He asked, holding out his hand to her.
She smiled and took his hand and allowed him to lead her back home.
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