InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Tale of Twos ❯ Part III: Use It or Lose It? ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimers: I do not own InuYasha or any of the manga/anime characters. They belong to the wonderful genius Rumiko Takahashi.

 

 

A Tale of Twos

Warnings: Sexual Suggestiveness

 

Part III: Use It or Lose It?

for eggplantlady (lady griddlebone)

Prompt: Miroku/Sango fluff

Word count: 420

 

 

 

Part III: Use It or Lose It?

 

Miroku trailed his hand lightly along his wife's body from her shoulder to the curve of her hip. He was lying alongside her, his head propped on his hand as he watched her chest rise and fall with the gentle rhythm of her breathing. He was debating whether or not to tease her awake when he realized that her eyes had barely cracked open, heavy with sleep.

 

“Something wrong?” she asked softly. “Are the kids okay?”

 

The monk smiled at her in return. “I'm sure they are fine. InuYasha is there even if Shippou is theoretically in charge. I was just thinking of how long it's been since we had an evening like this.”

 

“It's so quiet, isn't it? I'd forgotten what it was like not to have to get up several times during the night with the twins. And it could never be just one of them. Once one started, they both did,” Sango said, “I can't remember the last time it was this peaceful.”

 

“And the last time we were able to get a full-night's sleep,” Miroku added.

 

Sango snorted. “You mean the last time I got a full night's sleep. I don't know how many times you slept right through the feeding and changing. I should have known you wouldn't be much help in that department.”

 

“Now, Sango, you know I was just tired from youkai exterminating, or I had to get up early to go to one. I have to provide for my family, you know. Besides, taking care of the kids—”

 

“Don't say it if you don't want me to hit you. I know it's a woman's work, but it's hard when there are two of them at the same time,” Sango snapped.

 

“Are you sorry…” his voice trailed away.

 

Her expression softened. “No, I'm not sorry, but I do get tired, too. I don't have my mother or a sister or anyone to help me like other young families do. But I'd do it all again, just for you.”

 

Miroku allowed his hand to drift from her hip back up to the swell of her breast. Molding his hand around it, he leaned over and whispered, “Then let's continue to work on that, shall we? The girls need a little brother.”

 

Sango smiled as he moved over her. She couldn't help but to reach up and cup the back of his head to draw his lips down to hers in a kiss. It would be a boy this time, she could feel it.