Amber stared in disbelief, while Hideko grinned slyly and Kagome was in utter shock.
"You…and Miroku?" Amber asked, then she covered her ears with her hands, almost knocking Hideko out of the booth. "Ew! That's my brother!"
Hideko shoved Amber's elbow away and peered at Sango. "I knew it was going to happen one day between you two! I knew it!"
Kagome looked at her. "What about Howard?"
"I don't know. I love Howard, but ever since Miroku's been here things have changed." Sango said, thinking about the way her left arm looked. She had become very good at hiding the bruises with make up and wearing long sleeve shirts even in the middle of summer.
"Well," Hideko said thoughtfully. "you are attracted to Miroku, aren't you?"
"I don't know." Sango said. She was grateful for the momentary distraction when Jayceon bought out the food. It gave her time to try and deny that she had any feelings for Miroku and that she had actually initiated 2 out of 3 of their forbidden kisses.
"I think Miroku's hot." Kagome said, giggling.
Amber made a face and Hideko turned her attention towards Sango. "What do you think about him?"
Sango chewed on her rice thoughtfully. "Well, he's my best friend. To be sexually attracted to him would be weird, don't you think?"
"Not really." Hideko spoke up. "He's been gone for 7 years, he's changed. I don't think it would be so weird."
Sango was quiet for a moment, she hadn't even admitted to herself yet that she found him sexually attractive so what made her think she could admit it to her friends?
"Well," Sango began unsure of herself. "last night he kind of…sort of…asked me to go to bed with him."
"Ew!" Amber said, clasping her hands over her mouth.
Kagome giggled. "Oh wow. Lucky you."
"I told him no." Sango quickly added before Hideko decided to make any comments or Kagome decided to jump to any conclusions. Then she realized, she hadn't actually told him no. She said she to "have time to think."
"Wow. That takes willpower" Kagome piped up.
Hideko looked at her, a more serious tone filled her blue eyes. "Are you sure you still want to go through with this wedding?"
"Of course I do." Sango announced. "Just because he's trying to get me into bed with him, doesn't mean I'm going to do it." She said, realizing that she had cleared her plate and didn't even realize it. She always ate when she became nervous and at this rate she was going to need a few inches taken off the bottom and more inches added to the waist.
Hideko stood up and smiled, slapping a 20 on the table. "Then we better see how your dress is coming along."
It was nightfall by the time Sango had made it home. They hadn't shopped the entire day, but instead became extremely interested in Sango's suddenly very intriguing love life and decided to go back to Hideko's house for dinner and "girl talk."
Not that Sango was really up to relaying all the details, but Hideko and Kagome had insisted, Amber really wasn't up for hearing all the details about Miroku though.
She sat down her purse on her dresser drawer and checked her cell phone which she had kept charging on her nightstand the entire day. The only message it had on it was that it was fully charged. No call from Howard, no text message. Nothing.
Of course, it wasn't unusual for Howard not to call her for a couple days after he left, but it still caused her to worry about him. Or maybe worry about what he was doing…
She sighed and placed the phone back on the nightstand. She was a little tired, the summer heat had drained her energy.
Sango could hear the faint sounds of a television coming from the other room. Miroku's room. It was just past 9 o'clock, so he was probably still awake, watching sitcoms or whatnot. He probably wouldn't mind if she joined him, would he?
Should she?
She was hesitant as she approached his room and even stood outside the door for a few moments, contemplating knocking.
His parents were gone, Amber had decided to spend the night with Hideko, so they were pretty much alone in this big empty house, let alone for Kirara who was asleep on her bed. She took a deep breath and tapped on his door lightly.
His voice sounded awake as he answered her. "Come in."
She twisted the doorknob and opened the door slowly, peeking in to see that he was lounged against his pillow. Miroku turned to face her, immediately losing interest in the television.
"Hey." He said smiling. "I didn't realize you were home."
"I was over at Hideko's house for a little while. How long have you been here?"
He shrugged. "All day."
Sango sat on the bed next to him. She had missed him terribly all day and she couldn't really explain why. Just being next to him, though, made her feel happy and peaceful.
He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him. "I've missed you." He said softly, his voice was warm and inviting and Sango wished she could have stayed like that the entire night. Her own bedroom was empty and lonely, even Kirara couldn't replace the company of a man to tumble into bed with.
Sango tensed at his touch, despite her desire to just sit with him like that. She didn't know what she was doing, the summer heat was magical. It could turn her brains into mush and she couldn't even think straight.
Or maybe it was Miroku.
She pulled away from him slowly. "I…really better go back to my own bedroom." A noticeable blush graced her features as she spoke and turned away from him.
"Why?" He asked, glancing at the side of her face. She was refusing to make eye contact with him. He shifted his weight and propped himself up on one elbow.
"Why? Because…" She searched around for an excuse.
A slow, lazy grin graced his features as he raised one eyebrow. His expression was cocky and confident, his voice was masculine and smooth and Sango felt herself wanting to melt into his embrace again. "Because you're afraid to be alone with me? I make you nervous, don't I? It shows in your body language, the way you pull away from me just as I touch you? Do you think I'm going to try and sleep with you?"
Miroku had hit the nail on the head, so to speak. Was he mind reader? Or maybe he was just really good at reading women. Or maybe he was really good at reading her.
Sango felt her cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. "Of course I'm not afraid of that." She lied.
"You should be…"
A few seconds passed as she registered what he had meant. Everything was a riddle with him and she had to figure out and decode some of the things he had said. He was a clever, attractive man. She felt him cup her face with his hand.
Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. He leaned towards her, his mouth brushing hers, then the feeling of his tongue as the kiss became deeper and more urgent.
She clasped her hands behind his head, and kissed him with an abandoned passion. She had never thought this was possible, but she was dizzy with want.
His tongue was demanding and avid, wet and thrusting against her own. Sango felt her breath catch in her throat as she felt his warm hand travel below her shirt and tug down her bra.
"Buddha knows I've wanted to do this for a long time…" His voice was husky and thick, filled with lust and passion. He stealthy fiddled with the clasp while he distracted her with his tongue until it fell free underneath her shirt.
"Miroku…" Sango's voice was hesitant and surprised and the innocent blush she gave him excited him.
His tongue flicked her ear as he began to tease her full breast with his fingers. He licked her neck and closed his mouth over the sensitive area, giving her tiny nips with his teeth.
Sango felt as if her bones had turned to liquid and the thought of that soft wet tongue on her breast made her ache inside. He was already one step ahead of her and was pulling her shirt up with his hands.
She helped him the rest of the way, and he immediately kissed down her neck towards her breasts. She urged his head down and tried to hold back a groan as she felt wetness engulf the small, pink peak.
Miroku pulled her breast into his mouth, teasing the sensitive flesh with his tongue. She looked down at him and rubbed her hands over his hard, muscled torso loving the feel of his flesh under her palms.
"Does that feel good?" He asked, and she opened her eyes smiling lazily at him.
It felt so good in fact that she couldn't wait until he continued to fondle her. His other hand slowly dragged up the side of her stomach and found the other one. His tongue continued to explore her breast, running along the underside, nibbling their softness and nipping at her until she wanted to scream.
Miroku slid his hand to her jeans and expertly unbuttoned them. She wriggled them off and parted her legs.
She was surprised by how wet she had gotten. Sango couldn't remember a time she had been so aroused with Howard. How was it that she had never reached these amazing heights of pleasure before? Was it because she had lost all self-control and was giving into her deepest and darkest passions? She wanted to make love to him, and she didn't care about the consequences it would have later.
How was she supposed to think about that when Miroku was doing what he was doing to her?
Miroku flattened his palm between his thighs and gently rubbed. In return, she found his pulsating manhood and she glanced up at him so she could witness his loss of self control.
"Take your time…" He said, after a small moan and she was a bit disappointed.
Time was something they didn't have. Before they would know it, time would have crept up on them and they would have to face the reality that this, as wonderful as it may be, couldn't last forever. He lived thousands of miles away in another country and she was engaged to another man, who she was in love with.
Or thought she was in love with. But Howard never made her feel like this.
But for the moment she pushed every thought of that to the back of her mind and eased her body down so that she could explore him the way he had been exploring her.
Her mouth drifted sensually over his flat stomach, she felt his muscles harden and tense under her, then she nuzzled his erection, covering it with her mouth. She felt him stiffen and his breathing grew more rapid.
With her hands, she stroked him softly, taking her time just as he told her to do. She ignored the pain in her knees as she kneeled on the hard floor. She wanted was happening between them to stretch out for as long as possible.
Sango realized she didn't want this to end. She didn't want to face reality and realize that this, whatever this was, was not real.
Sex, which she had always enjoyed, but never quite this much, had always been taken slow and it seemed so casual with Howard. Somehow, though, Sango had transformed it into something surging with passion and hunger that could not be tamed.
His hands tangled in her thick dark hair and she could feel her body yearning for him as he slowly stopped her and eased her back onto his bed. She eased her jeans off along so that her damp entrance was exposed to the chilly air of the house.
Sango had heard about this type of thing before, but Howard never had done it before. This type of intimacy had only been left up to imagination until now. She watched him kiss his way down her stomach, stopping at her navel and making small circles around it with his tongue. His nuzzled against her wetness and she hissed at the sensation of his warm, wet tongue flicking and teasing her swollen bud.
Her breath came in short pants as he continued to lick at her area of exquisite pleasure. Both hands were entwined in his hair, and she threw her head back resisting the urge to scream.
She gyrated her hips against him and he moaned, the small humming noise sent vibrations against her and she whimpered, a failed attempt to try and keep quiet. His hands grasped her hips and he urged her on with his tongue until pleasure washed over her like a crashing force.
Sango felt her body tighten and tense, and shudder uncontrollably.
Miroku placed a few small kisses on her sensitive area which caused her to shudder once again. He pulled away from her and grinned confidently down at her. He slipped off his jeans, throwing them to the floor and he thrust into her.
A deep, burning excitement filled her, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. A slight pain had also accompanied the wonderful feeling of him completing her and he was much larger than what she had expected, but she enjoyed the completely full feeling of him.
His mouth covered hers in a hungry, urgent kiss and his hand cupped her breast as he massaged it.
A deep cry and moan of ecstasy escaped her throat she felt her climax overtake her body. He reached his own heights of pleasure and she felt her body stiffen around him as he filled her.
When she opened her eyes again, he was staring down at her with the same lazy, content look in his eyes. She traced his feature with one finger and smiled.
"That was the best sex I have ever had in my entire life."
He grinned and pulled her finger into his mouth briefly. "Same here. Wow." He said, realizing he hadn't pulled out of her yet. He didn't want to lose that feeling, not just the physical feeling of her flesh, but the closeness and one had felt with her.
Then reality set in.
Miroku eased himself out of her, slightly embarrassed by his flaccid manhood. He had never been so completely satisfied, but yet at the same time, hungered for more.
He leaned against his pillow and pulled the quilt over both of them, realizing that the air conditioner had made the room quite chilly. She eased herself next to him, grateful for his consideration of her modesty, even though he had clearly seen her completely naked.
His voice was deep and serious, but his fingers seemed to playfully stroke her arm, sending shivers down her spine. "What now?"
"I…" Sango hesitated. "I don't know. All I know right now is…" She felt a tear escape her eye and Miroku felt his neck grow hot with worry and his heart plummet.
"You regret that, don't you?"
"No." Sango denied, wiping a tear away. "That's not why I'm crying…"
Miroku peered down at her, and wiped her tears away. "Then what's the matter?"
"I'm crying because…" She paused and looked away, towards his muted television, then back to his handsome face. "I love you, Miroku."
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