InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Children of Light ❯ Chapter 21 ( Chapter 21 )

Chapter 21

"I don't know, do you really think we can figure it out?" Sango clasped her hands around the warm cup of coffee.

They had returned back to the city in a state of complete and utter confusion. Instead of bringing answers to them, the mysterious stranger only seemed to create even more complex and disturbing questions.

"We have to, Sango. I don't think we have much of a choice." Kagome took a careful sip from her steaming cup of hot chocolate, but she understood Sango's feelings of uncertainty. The task before them seemed daunting to say the least.

They needed to determine a reason as to why their weapons had either been broken, or not been broken, as the case may be, which could only be determined by understanding the spiritual reason for the break, since their weapons seemed to be connected to their spirits, but none of them had any idea where to even begin. They then needed to determine what the `fallen' was and how it connected to the strangers term of the `un-fallen', which had something to do with the breaking of the weapons in the first place. Then somehow, they needed to connect the weapons together with the missing puzzle piece, whatever that was, that would in turn activate a spell that they weren't even sure about, but which would hopefully allow them the chance to repair their weapons in some way. The connection of their spirits and power held within their weapons, would then hopefully aid in the destruction of Naraku, who they couldn't even find, much less face him to fight him. Oh yeah, real simple.

Kagome sighed.

"Don't worry Kagome. We'll figure it out. We always do." Inu Yasha smiled at his mate, wishing that he really did believe in the confidence he was placing in all of them.

"I hope so Inu Yasha."

"You know what we need?" Miroku stated as he rose from the table.

"What?" Inu Yasha could only imagine what the monk had in mind.

Miroku grinned, knowing exactly what his friend was thinking. "A break. I say we all go home and get some rest. Maybe it'll all make sense tomorrow."

Okay. That wasn't quite what Inu Yasha had in mind for his perverted friends suggestion, but man, was it ever a good idea!

"I agree." Sango rose from the table. "I could use some shut eye. My head is killing me." She rubbed at her temple.

"For once monk, you make sense." Inu Yasha rose from the table as Kagome collected her jacket from behind her chair.

"Inu Yasha, I always have great ideas." Said monk smiled sincerely.

"Yeah, right. Anyways, we're going to take off. And don't worry about the stuff, I'll keep it safe."

After the stranger had left them in Inu Yasha's forest, scratching their heads at the foot of the God Tree, Inu Yasha had carefully rewrapped the weapons in the cloth they had been concealed in and stored them in the trunk of the corvette. On the way into the city, they had stopped for a coffee to get their bearings together. So much had happened in a single afternoon and they had a lot of things to think about.

"I know you will Inu. Give me a call tomorrow."

Inu Yasha nodded as Kagome and Sango said their goodbyes and the little group parted ways.

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"Come on Sango, I'll make you a tea to warm you up before I drive you home." Miroku said opening the door to his apartment.

They hadn't been far from his place, so they decided to walk back instead of catching a ride with Inu Yasha, but it had been chillier out then either of them had expected it to be.

"Ah…sure, that sounds good." Sango didn't know what she was so nervous about as she took a seat on Miroku's couch. She had been here many times, had done many things, on this same couch in fact. But since regaining their memories, they hadn't spent much time alone together like that. Sango had been nervous about being with Miroku after her memories had awakened. But after her talk with Kagome earlier that day, she was determined to not let it get in her way anymore.

Miroku quickly put a kettle on as he rummaged around the cupboards for cups and spoons. His place wasn't as large and grand as Inu Yasha's, but it was comfortable and most importantly, it was his.

"Here ya go, Sango." Miroku smiled as he placed the cup of warm tea in her hands.

"Thanks."

Miroku sat beside her, placing his own cup on the table before him, allowing it to cool off. He reclined back into the couch, one arm rested on the back of the couch as he watched Sango blow on the surface of the tea to cool it down. He watched as her lips formed a perfect little `o' and watched as her breath pushed through her rosy lips, to ripple across the surface of the tea. Miroku gave a little shudder. Gods, why did she have to be so beautiful?

"Miroku?"

He hadn't realized that Sango was trying to get his attention. "Huh? Oh, sorry Sango."

She squinted her eyes at him, "What are you thinking about?"

Miroku wasn't sure if it would be a wise idea to let her know that he had been imagining how soft her lips were and how amazing they would feel wrapped around the part of his body that seemed to be awakening, as erotic thoughts of Sango continued to flood his mind.

"Ah…<cough>…nothing really." Better to save himself any potential pain. "Just thinking about this wonderful little puzzle that's fallen into our lap."

Sango nodded as she took a careful sip from her tea. Blowing on it again before allowing the hot liquid to meet her lips and slide pleasantly down her throat.

"Yup, I'm gonna die. I just know it." Miroku thought as he squirmed on the sofa, struggling to discreetly `readjust' himself.

"Yeah, me too. I just hope we can figure it out." Sango leaned over to place her tea on the little table next to Miroku's cup.

"Don't worry, Sango, I know we'll figure it out. We've been through worse."

Miroku flinched when he saw the myriad of emotions cross Sango's face. He hadn't meant to stir up any bad memories. The gods knew they had relived more then enough for one day.

"Yeah, we have." Miroku didn't miss her silent thoughtful tone.

"Sango…I…" But before he could muster what he knew would be, an inadequate apology, he was shocked to find Sango's lips pressed firmly against his own, effectively cutting of his speech.

His thoughts fumbled together into a pasty haze, slipping from his mind, as the feel of Sango's fevered body pressed against his own. She was so hot, why was she so hot? He struggled to push past the feel of her lips sucking and pulling on his bottom lip. The feel of her soft, silky tongue darting in and out of his mouth, as she pushed herself into him, a hand laid gently against his chest.

"Sango…" He tried between devouring kisses, but it was almost like Sango didn't want him to speak. Didn't want him to break whatever spell had fallen on her to act this way. And as much as Miroku was loathe to have Sango stop the heated effect she was having on him, he knew he needed to make sure that she was okay.

Gently, he gripped her shoulders and pushed her slightly away from him. Enough that he could still feel her panting breaths tickling his skin and enough that he could look into her eyes. "Sango, what is it, are you okay?" It was then that he noticed the unshed tears shinning in her eyes.

"Sango, what's the matter?" He sat up straight, allowing her to climb back to her own spot on the couch next to him, as she shook her head, looking down at her lap.

"You can tell me." He reassured her.

Sango inhaled deeply, reining in her emotions. With everything she had been thinking and feeling lately, she had wanted him so bad, she was burning up from the desire of it. Waiting until she knew her voice would not betray her, she spoke. "It's nothing really, Miroku." His look alone told her that he didn't believe a word she said.

She sighed. "Look, I know… I know it's been a little difficult the last little while," she shot Miroku a silencing glare when she noticed him about to speak. Obediently, he backed down and let her continue.

"It's just… that it's been a little difficult for me, to adjust to everything. To take it all in. So much of me is different now, then how I was, and yet, I think I'm still the same person…sometimes." She furrowed her eyebrows as she thought about what she wanted to say.

"I don't know why it's been harder for me. Maybe because all of you are still so much the same, and I feel like a completely different person, and yet I'm still that shy, guarded, quick tempered demon slayer from 500 years ago."

Miroku tried to muffle the little snicker that escaped him at her `quick tempered' comment. That was putting it lightly wasn't it? He shrank back in his seat as he saw the glare cross over her face.

"As I was saying," another quick glare, "It's been hard. Sometimes I'm not even sure which one is really me. But after talking to Kagome today, and especially after seeing the God Tree again, I don't know, I guess I realized that it all just doesn't matter. I'll figure everything out as I go along. I let my pride stop me from being happy once long ago… and…I don't want that to happen again."

She finally raised her eyes to look at him as they brimmed with the feelings and emotions she simply didn't know how to put into words. But Miroku understood everything in that moment. He knew what she was trying to say. He had always known. No one knew his Sango better then he did. Not even her. She asked for acceptance, for everything that she was. She asked for understanding, for everything that she was. And most importantly, she asked for love, for all that she was. The shy, quick-tempered, guarded, feisty, argumentative, stubborn, lovable, beautiful creature that was Sango.

"Sango." He raised a hand to her cheek, his eyes answering her with the same amount of emotion. And Sango knew. Something in the way that he had said her name, told her, that he understood. That he truly understood her, and that he always would, that he always had. That he loved her, totally and completely, without reservation. He loved the stubborn, bull headed youkai fighter in her, and he cherished the soft, yielding feminine side of her. Her two halves. The lover and the fighter.

Sango yielded gratefully to him when he pulled her closer to him. His soft mouth leaving little butterfly kisses on her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks. She sighed when she felt his lips brush against her own. Opened to him, when she felt him run his tongue across her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her onto his lap, trapping him between her legs, as she groaned at the feel of his hard arousal pressing into her jeans.

"Houshi…" Her breath was heavy and thick with desire. Miroku grinned at what she had called him. He was sure she hadn't even realized she had said it. His own breath caught in his throat, however, when he felt her begin to grind against him, as she ran her tongue down his neck, leaving little kisses in her wake. When she lavished her tongue to the inside of his ear, he practically lost all sense of control as shudders ran through his body. Why, why did she have to play with him there and why did she have to be blowing on his ear like that? Didn't she know what she was doing to him!?

A low sound in his throat, a mix between a growl and a moan, caught in his throat as he felt her plunge her hand suddenly under the waistband of his jeans. When had she unbuckled his belt? How could he not have noticed when she slid his zipper down? But gods did he know it when her soft, delicate hand fished into his pants, searching for his painfully obvious erection. His head fell back against the couch as Sango gripped him in her hands, sliding her fisted hand along his shaft, still concealed within his unbuttoned jeans.

"Sango." He moaned between clenched teeth. He didn't know how long he would last if she kept this up. He had wanted her for so long. Not having been able to touch her this last while had driven him mad with desire. His mind began to numb with the feelings surrounding him. The friction of Sango's hand and the confinement of his jeans was painfully delicious.

He leaned forward, wrapping an arm around Sango's back as he used his free hand to slide under the hem of Sango's shirt. He grinned victoriously at her surprised gasp when his hand clasped around her full breast, kneading the soft skin in his hands. She bit back a groan as he suckled on her neck, and pulled on a hard, taut nipple, her previous delving into his jeans forgotten. But that was just what he wanted.

He continued to kiss her, to devour her lips with his own, as he began to raise the hem of her shirt over her head. Attempting to break as little contact with each other as possible, Sango raised her arms so Miroku could quickly slide the shirt over her head as he threw it onto the floor. She squirmed on his lap and he went right back to kissing her neck and trailing wet kisses down her collarbone. She arched back as Miroku quickly unfastened her bra from behind, her voluptuous breasts spilling free. It was all he could do to keep from spilling in his pants, right then and there. Gods she was beautiful!

Her creamy skin glowed in the light as he watched her panting before him. She cracked open an eye, to see why he had stopped.

"Gods you're beautiful." He whispered softly.

As if noticing her predicament for the first time, straddling Miroku topless, Sango's cheeks reddened as she moved to cover herself with her arms. But before she could raise her arms to her chest, Miroku had fastened a mouth around her hardened nipple, eliciting a loud moan from Sango as she threw her head back, arching herself backwards to allow Miroku better access to her chest.

Sango couldn't believe how delicious his mouth felt on her hot, fevered skin. He lavished his tongue on both of her nipples, massaging her breast with his hands as he suckled and licked at her like she was his favorite flavor of ice cream. The need that was building within her was coiling in her stomach. She was a taut wire about to snap if she didn't fill that aching need inside her. She instinctively rubbed against Miroku's lap, his own groans edging her onwards.

"Miroku…please."

"Sango?" He kept kissing her, touching her, running his hands all over her body. He couldn't get enough of her. He needed her, like air. He needed to be inside her, but he didn't want to push anything. Didn't want to do anything she wasn't ready for. He knew she wasn't a virgin, he tried not to think about it. That one mistake she said she had made a long time ago. But he didn't care. He would have her forever after this. But this would be their first time, together.

She ground her hips harder into him, as she moved against him more quickly. He could feel the fire under her skin. Feel her need for him as she seared her lips to his own.

"Please…Miroku…now."

"But Sango." He struggled to utter between gasps. He wanted to do this right.

As if sensing why he was hesitating, Sango resolved any hesitations he held with her next words. Words that practically exploded in Miroku's brain. Words he knew he would never, ever forget.

Sango licked at his ear, sending a shiver down Miroku's spine. She purred a throaty growl, the sexiest sound he had ever heard in his life. "We can do it nice later, Miroku. Right now, I want you to fuck me."

Any resolve Miroku had about waiting until the right moment was completely obliterated with those shocking, yet commanding words. Who was he to turn down such a request?

Not trusting himself with his voice at the moment, Miroku grunted as he tossed Sango gently off him onto her back, on the couch. Her surprised squeak was all she could utter before Miroku had unbuttoned her jeans and practically torn the obstructing material off of her. The need to take her and have his way with her, the only clear thought echoing in his hazy mind. Her clothes lay in a heap on the floor as he reached for her again, repositioning her on his lap. He closed his eyes at the feel of her wet core brushing against his throbbing erection in his jeans.

Sango smirked. "Guess we need to get these out of the way, don't we?" She raised herself slightly off his lap, allowing him the perfect angle to clasp another of her breast in his mouth. Sango gasped as little shivers ran through her body and continued to coil in her stomach. But she managed to push his jeans far enough down his hips so that she could fish out his engorged member, exposing him to the cool air.

Miroku gave a little gasp while Sango quickly stroked him with his hands. She rubbed at him, swirling her thumb at his tip, grinding herself against him, while he suckled on her nipples, her eyes fluttering closed.

"Miroku." She gasped, as he slipped a hand between them, causing Sango to cease in her activities, as his hand stroked at her bundle of nerves, eliciting a new fire to go shooting through Sango's body, curling her toes, as the fire washed through her, silencing the scream that ached to escape from her mouth.

"Miroku…please…" She panted between heavy breaths, as the moist spot between her thighs ached for completeness.

"Fuck me." She all but begged, as Miroku lifted her by her backside and thrust her onto his aching member.

They both cried out as they felt each other slide perfectly into place. Sango could feel him filing every part of her, that part of her that felt incomplete, though she had never understood why, until that moment. She threw her head back as she cried his name, riding him, as he raised her hips only to thrust her back onto his throbbing organ. Every movement sending sparks of explosions cascading throughout her body, igniting every cell.

Miroku had to fight from spilling inside her as he felt himself sheathed in her warmth. Her muscles constricting tightly around him was driving him to the edge. Every time he slipped into her, ramming himself deeper into her soul, he knew that this had always been meant to be. He had been made to love her and she him. His only coherent thoughts were broken versions of her name as he rode into her, piercing into her very being with every thrust, with every ache.

They grinded and collided against each other, as her naked form straddled his still mostly clothed body, as they struggled to devour each other in that moment. Dared each other to find that deepest, strongest place, where their bodies could go no further. The coiling in both their stomachs exploded in a vision of light and heat that soared through their muggy minds, snapping their eyes wide open as the power of their mutual orgasm ripped through their bodies, causing each of them to cry out and ride the wave of ecstasy they had waited over 500 years to experience.

Never had a moment been more perfect, more pure, and more worth the wait.