InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Always and Forever ❯ The Monk and the Slayer ( Chapter 2 )

Always and Forever

By KeikoDogDemon

Chapter 2

For the rest of the week, Kagome and Inuyasha couldn't get enough of each other. Whenever there was a free moment, they'd run off to Inuyasha's hut, the woods, the stream, or anywhere else they could think of to be alone. None of the others were exactly sure what they were up to, but it had become painfully obvious to Miroku, Sango, Shippo, and even Kaede that something was up.

Miroku was especially curious about why the two were spending so much time together. The fact that they were always close to one another wasn't nearly as puzzling as the fact that they never fought anymore. When one of them made the other angry or bitter, they'd gather up all of their strength to fight off the urge to raise their voices or hit something. In fact, Inuyasha had begun to sit down with Kagome and talk about what was bothering them or what either of them had done wrong. It got to the point where it drove Miroku crazy to be so oblivious to what was happening to his friends. He decided that the next time they ran off, he'd follow them.

He got his chance much sooner than he'd expected. A week after Inuyasha and Kagome's first passionate night together, he was repairing a hole in the roof of Kaede's hut one evening when he noticed a pair of inexplicable shadows making their way down to the river. Knowing right away whom the silhouettes belonged to, he jumped down from the roof and ran after them, hiding behind the occasional rock or shrub to conceal himself from sight. Upon reaching the familiar waterway, he settled behind a small bush to watch whatever was going on from afar.

His eyes went wide when he saw Inuyasha and Kagome kissing passionately, their hands running through each other's hair and playing with the ties and fastens of the other's clothes. Inuyasha began to run his hands under her shirt, caressing her skin with the tips of his claws, and she moaned into his mouth, pushing her hips into his body.

By this time, Miroku's mouth hung open. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He'd always expected that Kagome and Inuyasha were attracted to each other, but he'd never really thought anything would come of it. Turning away, he walked back towards the village, wanting to give his friends their privacy.

Even though it was apparent that he was shocked, he still felt very happy for his companions, especially Inuyasha. The young hanyou had gone for a long time without a woman in his life, and since the last relationship he'd been in had gone up in flames (literally!), he was glad that'd he'd found something in Kagome, who seemed to be the perfect match for him, considering their identical personalities.

Miroku made his way back to Kaede's hut and finished repairing the roof. Once the task was completed, he went inside to find that the elderly woman and Sango were sitting in front of a small fire drinking green tea. Smiling, he sat down next to Sango, who offered him a cup of the steaming, clear green liquid.

After a while, the sun had gone completely down behind the mountains. Sango, realizing how late it had gotten, excused herself and left. Miroku followed. He soon discovered that she, too, was heading towards the river. Probably for her nightly bath, he thought with a grin.

She made a quick stop at her own hut, and to Miroku's utter delight, she came back outside with a drying cloth, bucket, and a little white rock-shaped object that Kagome had given her called "soap." He continued to follow her into the woods until they'd reached the river. Just as before, he hid behind a bush so as not to be seen.

Sango placed her things along the shore and began to undress slowly. He watched intently as her kimono fell around her feet, leaving her completely naked. The chilly night air brushed against her skin, making her shiver. He could hear her teeth chattering as she put one foot into the water and immediately pulled it back, hugging her arms to herself.

"Gods, that cold!" she cried. "Maybe I should have done this tomorrow when it's warmer…no, then that damn houshi would have a better opportunity to see me. I'm going to have to do it now."

She stepped into the water, still shivering violently. To Miroku, it was one of the most arousing things he'd ever seen, and he groaned silently when his penis started to harden. Sango began to rub the soap up and down her arms, and the flowery scent managed to find it's way over to Miroku, where he breathed it in with a sigh. How he wished he could be the one to wash her, to hear the noises she made when he cleaned the more interesting parts of her body. He wanted to look into her eyes as he ran his hands all over her, touching and caressing the parts that yearned for attention.

Silently and practically undetectable, he made his way over to where Sango was bathing. The closer he got, the better he could see every fine feature of her body. The water glistened off her skin, and she was still shivering from the icy coldness of the water. When he was only a few yards from where she was, he stopped. This was the closest he'd ever been able to get while watching her bathe. He could see every movement she made, hear every sound, perfectly.

She turned around so her back was to him. That was when he noticed the scar that covered her back.

In all the times he'd watched her like this, he'd never before noticed that mark. It stood out like a sore thumb, and he wondered how he could have missed it in the past. It looked so incredibly painful, even though it was apparent that the wound hadn't been formed very recently. Any other man would have cringed at even the thought of such a scar, but to Miroku, it just proved that Sango was a very strong and brave person, and he loved her for it.

Sango was almost finished with her bath when she heard a rustle in the trees behind her. She quickly grabbed the drying cloth on the ground next to her and used it to cover herself.

"Miroku!" she called. "I know you're out there! Show yourself!"

Miroku stood up to where she could see him, a huge grin plastered on his face.

"What the hell are you doing here, houshi?"

Miroku, still smirking, "Why, I just came to check on you, and protect you from any demons that may be about."

She scowled at him. "I'm so sure. Now if you would be so kind as to leave, I may just forget to slap you for your lecherousness this time."

He sighed and turned to leave; but a small thought nagged at him and he stopped in his tracks. Smiling, he turned back around to face the young taijiya. She still held the towel tightly around her, but it did little to cover her from his sight. Her wet body had soaked right through the thin cloth, and he now had a fairly clear view of the skin that was underneath. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and let it out in one sweep.

"Sango…" he began. "That scar on your back…does it…does it hurt you?"

"Wha-what?" She gasped and her eyes widened in shock. Then they softened, and she looked away from him in shame.

"Sango?"

"It doesn't bother me that much," she confessed. "The only times I even realize it's there are when I think of Kohaku. I try not to think about it…it's better that way."

"What do you mean?" he asked curiously.

She blushed slightly. "If I don't think about it, then it's easier to forget that I'm not an ordinary woman anymore. People used to tell me I was beautiful. Then when Kohaku's blade pierced my back, I walked strangely for a while afterwards, like a hunchback, because it hurt so badly. Now I just feel as if I'm hideous with this deformity."

Miroku sat down on the ground next to the river, his hands resting on his knees.

"I don't think you're strange at all," he said. "A wound like that should not make you suffer. I think…that it is a sign that you've done something with your life. You fought for your brother's life, and even though he literally stabbed you in the back, you still pressed on, never letting anything stop you from defeating Naraku. And it was that same fiery spirit of yours that helped to crush Naraku in the first place."

He smiled at her. "It's also what makes you so unique…it gives you your own kind of beauty."

Sango blushed. "Do you really mean that, Miroku?"

He reached out and took her hand in his, pulling her towards him until she was out of the water and on the ground with him. Then, whispering in her ear, "Every word."

She smiled shyly. "Thank you."

He stared into her eyes and moved his face close to hers, cupping her cheek in his cursed hand.

"Sango," he began, "would you do the honor of allowing me kiss you?"

She blushed and averted her eyes from him, but slowly nodded. He brought her head back around to face him and planted a light kiss on her lips. At first she tensed, unsure of what to do; but after a moment her shoulders went slack and her breathing grew more deep and even as he made the kiss more passionate. It didn't take long for her to respond. She began kissing him with a fervor that he never knew she had, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer for easier access to his warm, inviting lips. He shifted so she could sit on his lap, her legs straddling his hips. His lips never left hers, and he placed his hands on her sides.

When Sango felt a slight pressure on her breasts, she backed away from the kiss and looked down to where Miroku was gently squeezing the soft mounds of flesh through the towel. Her eyes went wide and she looked at him in surprise. He simply smiled and kissed her again. He began to squeeze harder, and she moaned.

"Miroku," she began, "what is this you're doing to me?"

"I'm trying to pleasure you," he replied. "Will you let me?"

She nodded. "Yes."

A low, almost animalistic growl escaped his mouth and his lips traveled lower until he was sucking on her neck. He used one hand to unwrap the towel from around her body and spread it out across the ground, and then he used the other to place her on top of it.

He sat back to allow his eyes to wander over her body, from her gorgeous chest to the apex of her thighs where he could see the moisture gathering there. He spread her legs farther apart to get a better look. Using his fingers, he traced the edges of those nether lips, spreading the juices around. Her back arched sharply off the ground and she cried out, but he flattened his other hand on her stomach and pushed her back down, holding her there to keep her still.

"This is the most sensitive place on a woman's body, Sango," he said. "One touch can turn you inside out. Do you feel that way right now, while I'm caressing you? Does it make your head spin out of control?" He nuzzled her heat with his cheek. "You're so soft here…so warm, hot, and ready."

Those words caused her to whimper. "Miroku…"

He blew on her center, causing her to shiver. Then he used his tongue to caress her thigh, making sure to stay away from operation central for the moment. When he did decide to take his caresses further, he slowly began to kiss his way back up. Realizing what he planned to do, Sango twisted violently and pulled away, panting heavily.

"No!"

He looked at her, confused. "What is it, Sango?"

"I…I don't know…if you should do that."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm afraid."

"Don't be." He pulled her back over to him and spread her legs once more. "It'll feel good. I guarantee it."

With that, he tentatively kissed her flower, pushing his tongue in and out of her vagina, making sure to occasionally lap at her clitoris. Sango was literally screaming his name the entire time, writhing beneath his touch. Her legs tightened around his head and pushed him further into her heat.

"Mi-Miroku!"

"Come for me, Sango. That's it, love."

Her juices splattered onto his face as she climaxed. Her hips bucked in rhythm with his tongue as she rode out her first orgasm. When it finally ended, she loosened her hold on his head and fell back onto the ground, exhausted and out of breath. No sooner had she calmed than she felt a hot, sweaty, masculine body wrap itself around her. Somehow Miroku had managed to undress without her ever knowing it. His arms encircled her waist, and she felt the tip of his long-erect member touch her opening.

His lips fervently met hers as he finally pushed in. Surprisingly, Sango felt little pain, and any discomfort she had experienced was quickly overtaken by immense pleasure. Each time he pulled out and pushed back in again, he hit a spot deep inside of her that made her want to scream in ecstasy. Their sweat-slicked bodies rubbed up against each other, creating a new type of friction that only heightened their satisfaction. Miroku whispered her name and came inside her. Sango wasn't far behind.

Sango awoke to the sound of birds singing. Stretching her arms out over her head, the events of the previous evening flooded her mind, and she blushed. Had she really done that, and with Miroku, of all people? She absolutely adored the man, but had she been ready for such a commitment? The moment she had allowed him to touch her so possessively, he'd become more than just a mere companion. She knew it was improper for a young lady to participate in sexual intercourse before marriage, but it had felt so right at the time.

Looking to her side, she could see her lover was still fast asleep. He lay on his stomach. There was nothing covering his body, which gave her a great view of his backside. Looking around, she soon realized that sometime during the night he'd used his robes as a blanket to cover her. Smiling to herself, she snuggled up closer to him, covering him up as well.

The stirring woman next to him caused Miroku to awaken. Yawning, he wrapped his arms around her and planted light kisses along the top of her head. She pushed her body further into his and inhaled his scent. It was a combination of the perspiration that had built up during their long journeys and the incense he used sometimes in his rituals to ward off evil spirits and demons.

"Good morning, Sango," Miroku said, running his tongue along the side of her neck.

"A good morning to you, as well, you feisty monk," she said.

He laughed. "I'm only so lively when I'm around you, love. You do this to me."

"Is that so?" she asked. "That must be why you came onto me so heavily last night. Your advances were much more ardent than usual."

He smirked. "Get used to it, because I plan on doing it a lot more often."

She kissed him deeply, running her tongue along his lips to encourage him to return the ministration. He did, tenfold.

"There is something that concerns me, though," she began. "Last night, when we were making love…you didn't pull out. You released your seed inside of me."

"I didn't pull out because I knew there would be no child by doing that."

"Do you mean…that you want to have a child with me so soon?"

"Yes, Sango. I want you to bear my child. But first, I must know…will you be my wife?"

She gasped. Had he just asked her to marry him? It couldn't be. How could anyone want to marry her? He had to be bluffing. There was no way that his monk, who had such a lecherous reputation and who had probably slept with countless other women before her, could possibly be asking for her heart …but the look on his face said that he had spoken the truth. His eyes alone seemed to be begging her to accept his offer.

When she saw that he was indeed serious about the proposal, tears came to her eyes. She wiped them away, a smile on her face. Looking deep into his eyes, she smiled. Then she fell into him, her arms wrapping around his neck.

"Yes, Miroku," she sobbed. "I will marry you."