InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Destiny, Time Travelers, and a Little Baby ❯ Take A Wild Guess ( Chapter 11 )

Disclaimer : No damn it! Stop teasing me with your lies! I don't own Inuyasha.

Chapter 11 : Take a wild guess. *rolls eyes*

The kiss was fast.

Heated.

A culmination of years of sexual frustration that had finally found an outlet.

They were already on the floor, Sango on top. Miroku reached his hands up during the kiss and started caressing her sides, gradually moving towards his main goal.

`Breast!'

Once found, Sango was willingly forced into submission with her automatic arch into his hand. He flipped them over, knowing full well she was strong enough to get him off, but still enjoying the feeling of power he got from being in the dominant position.

The only thought going through his head was `Finally.'

He started fumbling with the openings of her kimono. That's when Sango's drunken haze of a mind snapped back into focus. She loved him, but did he love her? They weren't married. Was this just to fulfill his lust? She always thought that she'd be married before her first time. That was the honorable thing to do. And above all, you must keep your honor.

She took advantage of his diverted attention and flipped them back over. Quickly, she got up and fixed her clothes, which had gotten much more disheveled than she originally thought.

He stood from the ground as she started to turn for the door. He was disappointed, but maybe he could salvage this situation. At least to make it not so weird between them.

"Thish ish your room, you know." He began in a slurring manner. The sake at Geisha houses really is the best. "Shouldn't I be the one leaving?"

Sango paused in the doorway. She cocked her head to the side and turned around. Her eyes wandered the room as she slowly processed what he had said. Suddenly she gasped. "You're right! Thish ish my room." She pointed an accusatory finger at him. "You leave then."

He sidled up to her and leaned into her face. His lips hovered above hers and her breathing became erratic. "Do you really want that Sango? My sweet?" He captured her lips again in a slow, gentle kiss as his arms wound around her waist pulling her to him. His embrace and kiss spoke of love. A love she longed to find more about.

They broke slowly and Sango leaned her head into his chest, and whispered her answer. "No."

"Then why are you telling me to leave?" He looked down at her. He really wanted to know why she was reluctant. They loved each other. They wanted each other. It never even crossed his mind that they had never said it to one another and that the only reason he knew was because he was an eavesdropping perv. The big question could be : Would he have figured it out if he was sober?

Sango looked at the ground. `Why didn't I want him here again?' She stared into space as she tried to remember why she stopped their enjoyable romp a moment ago. `I could swear it had something to do with honor and family…..Oh yeah.' "Because Miwoku. We are not married. It would be disrable. Dishaunter-ed. Dis-hon. *sigh* Not right for us to sleep together without being bound for life first. I can't dishaunter my family's memory for one night with you."

Miroku stared at Sango. He cocked his head to the side in a curiously innocent gesture as he slyly moved his arm from around her waist to grab at her rear. "Who said it would be one night?" He asked with as much innocence as possible considering his current position.

Sango's resolve was crumbling fast. She had to get him out of her room. "Mirokwu. I undershtand that you are drunk. And as such, you have not your normal witses about you. Now, please leave my room before we both do something we will regwet." She tried to move from his hold, but it only got stronger. "I mean it Mirokru. Get out." She lifted an arm to the door and pointed in a commanding gesture at it. "Please." She pleaded.

He didn't budge.

His face reflected the hurt of Sango's rejection and it nearly tore her heart in two. He decided to take the chance and ask her his ultimate question while they were both incapacitated. It was his experience that, yes, you could lie while you were drunk.

But.

The drink also brought most, if not all, hidden desires to the surface. If you wanted, truly wanted, to divest a secret, it would come out. And right now, he wasn't in the mood to lie.

He took her hands in his. "Sango. Would you bear my child?"

She tugged her hands from his. That question weirded her out. He looked like he really meant it. But that's what he said to all the girls. She would not be just another one of his whores. "That's shrooooooo lame Mitroku." She shook her head in frustration. None of her words were coming out right. But she was thinking clearly. Right? She corrected herself with an effort. "Miroku. Now, please, leave my chambers."

"I see." He withdrew from her towards the door. "Good night Sango." Taking one last look at her, he mouthed the words he couldn't say aloud *I love you* and turned away.

Sango's eyes widened as she deciphered what that meant. `No. It couldn't. But he. And I.' "Miroku wait!" She yelled as she grabbed a handful of his robes. He halted, of course, and waited for her to speak. "Did you just say what I think you just said?"

He sighed deeply and turned around. He desperately resisted the urge to touch her. "Depends. What do you think I said?"

She blushed as his violet-brown eyes drilled into hers with an intensity she had never felt before. Maybe it was the sake, but all she could see was his eyes, willing her to understand something. But what?

"That you love me?" She asked hesitantly, looking up into his handsome face.

Said face contorted in a grimace. He really hoped she hadn't caught it. He couldn't keep it in any longer and it had burst forth without his consent. He hung his head as he answered. "Yes. I did say that."

She reached up a hand to his face, softly stroking his strong jaw. "Good. Because I loves yous too."

He exhaled and let his hands reach for her lithe waist. He cautiously pulled her into another kiss. She returned it with the same timid shyness. As innocent and quick as it was, it spoke of a deeper love than either hoped to ever find and consequently was better than their most passionate kisses.

Miroku broke the kiss to gaze upon Sango's face. She smiled up at him. `She loves me. She really loves me. How did I get so lucky?' He hugged her as close to him as he could get her and kissed the top of her head. "Let's do it." He said without thinking.

Sango reluctantly pulled away. "Miroku. I know you think that since I'm drunk you can-"

"NO. No no no." Miroku gently smiled at her. He got down on one knee and took both her hands in his. "Sango. Will you marry me?"

Her breath caught in her throat. All she could do was nod enthusiastically and smile in happiness. He grinned the biggest grin she'd ever seen, stood, and took her in his arms again.

"When?" She breathed.

"Now?" He asked jokingly.

"Alright." She smiled. "How would we pull that off?"

He thought for a moment. The town didn't have a resident priest. Surely it was too late at night to get the reigning lord to oversee one anyway. He had training in this field. But could he do his own wedding? It would be a challenge, but…..

"I could."

She stared at him, shocked. It was all happening so fast, but it felt so right. Slowly her shock turned to joy. She could marry the man she loved right this moment and start repopulating her village! Stupid sake kept her from thinking any farther than that. So, Miroku, also heavily influenced by the sake, started figuring out ways to perform his own marriage ceremony.

Miroku nodded his head in finality and took Sango's arm. He stood her in the middle of the room. They had no witnesses so this was basically for their own benefit.

"Is this alright with you?" He asked a final time. "You don't want to wait to get a dress or anything?"

"Miroku. I'm already dressed in the finest dress I've ever seen. I was supposed to be a Geisha tonight, remember?" She smiled at him. "The only thing missing is Kagome-chan and Inuyasha. And I'm fine with them not being here. Now get going before I change my mind."

Miroku calmed his racing heart and took his place in front of her.

"Just follow my lead." He told her. She nodded. "Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today to witness the union of Miroku and Sango." He smirked at the sound of their names together. It had such a ring to it.

Stepping to Sango's side, he was Miroku again and not the minister. "I'm just going to skip to the vows since the beginning is mostly for the guests."

Sango nodded her agreement and Miroku started again in front of her as the minister. "Do you, Miroku, take Sango as your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, `til death do you part?"

He stepped back to Sango's side. "I do."

In front of her again. "And do you, Sango, take Miroku as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better or worse, for richer or poorer as long as you both shall live?"

She smiled at her minister/groom. "I do." She said confidently with no hint of the alcohol affecting her brain.

"Then by the power vested in me by Buddha, I now pronounce us Man and Wife. I may kiss the bride." He strode forward, a cocky smile curling his lips as he pulled Sango into a deep kiss on the `alter'. Both their `inner voices' were whooping and catcalling as the crowd would've done if they had had an audience. And with that, Morgan and Samara left their charges to fulfill destiny…..

Sango pulled back in his arms as she remembered something. "Wasn't there supposed to be rings somewhere in there?"

Miroku looked thoughtful for a moment. "Oh yeah."

"Do you have one hidden in here?" She started poking and pulling at his robes.

Miroku giggled. He couldn't help it! It tickled! Still laughing he said the first thing that came to his mind as she was taking off his outer purple robe.

"Why, Sango, if you wanted to start so soon, all you had to do was ask."

She stopped pulling at his clothing and glared a mild, totally off-focus glare in his general direction.

"You're such a pervert."

He smiled and grabbed her to him again. "Yes. But you love me."

She smiled and shook her head. Sighing she conceded. "Yes I do. Now do you have a ring for me or not?!"

He thought for a moment. When WAS the last time he knocked over a Lord's house? And did he take any jewelry? And if so, did he still have it…..

A long time ago. Huh-uh. And nope.

He shook his head and gave her a sheepish look. At his negative motion, she started thinking. Okay. TRYING to think. She WAS still wasted. Finally coming up with an alternative to a ring, she took out her hair ribbon and wrapped it around Miroku's fourth finger on his left hand, tying the extra length down his wrist in a pure white spiral.

"This is just a replacement until we can get real ones okay?" Miroku nodded. "Now this ribbon was a gift from my mother before she died. So don't go losing it!"

He thought about what he could give her until they could get the real thing. Something of value to him. He took out his first earring. It was round and the needle fit into the hole on the other side forming a circle. Perfect for a ring replacement.

"This was my first earring. A present from my father before he. Well. You know. He pierced my ear himself." He took the round piece of metal and slid it around Sango's ring finger. Amazingly it fit. Once done, he looked at her with a mocking smirk. "So don't go losing it, okay?!"

Sango smiled hugely and grasped him tightly. He looked down into the beautiful eyes of his wife. His. He tilted her head to him and captured her lips in a hungry kiss. Angling them towards the bed, he started walking, forcing her backwards. They practically tripped over her supplies in their haste to get to the futon.

They knew they'd found it when they did trip. Right over the edge. They fell on it in a heap and resumed their lip lock without hesitation.

Miroku grasped Sango's kimono for the second time that night, but this time she didn't resist. He had to break the kiss and study the obi for a moment. It was much more difficult looking than the normal kimono he'd seen her take off so many times before when she had her bath. Not to mention that the sake and his growing hardness took away most of his attention. He finally figured it out and slipped it off her shoulders…..

Only to discover a second one.

And a third.

She had on, to him, an endless amount and he had the patience to divest her of each. At the final one his hands stilled. He looked at her, silently asking if she wanted to continue because it would be damn near impossible, even with his training, to stop once she was nude before him. She nodded her consent and he slowly, with trembling hands, took away her final kimono.

The only thing standing between them now was his robes, which were halfway off thanks to her ring search earlier, and her chest bindings. He slipped the small strip that was holding the binding closed away from the bulk of it causing the binding to loosen. Miroku unwound it, his hands passing over her ample cleavage until it finally slipped off.

Cold air hit her breasts causing her nipples to immediately harden and Sango gasped. Miroku watched with wonder as the pink crest tightened and distended. A movement seen many times from afar, but now that he was so close to it…..well, it was enough to make him lose it. He willed down his early departure and nearly jumped from his skin as Sango's small hands touched his face.

"What's wrong?" She asked softly.

"Nothing." He gasped out, voice husky and deep as he looked to her face. "You're just so beautiful."

She blushed to the roots of her hair and he smiled at her reaction. Leaning down he took her lips again as he began to undo the rest of his robes. That is, until he felt her hands on his. He looked at her in confusion.

"Let me. Please? Husband?" Sango's voice was breathy, like she couldn't get enough air into her lungs.

He nodded and allowed her access to his clothing. She turned them until she was on top, straddling his waist. She could feel him even through all the clothes on his body.

It was fairly easy going. There's not much to figure out on monk's robes. Purple gave way to black which gave way to white and finally to toned olive skin. Next was the turquoise pants he had under the robes. She dragged them down his legs. He shivered under her fingers as her nails scratched across his skin. Moving back up his lean, muscled body, she reached his fundoshi. This would be the first time she'd seen a man. Well, unless you count her family. Not that she'd ever seen them in THIS state before, but incidents do occur when you have to piss in the woods…..

She could tell he was straining against the loose fabric and exhaled a breath she didn't even realize she was holding as she undid the loose binding over his apex. How this was supposed to fit in her…..she had no idea. But women had been taking in men for hundreds of thousands of years. Surely Miroku was not much larger than the rest of the male population.

Miroku watched as Sango undressed him. She looked so, how to put it…..engrossed in her work that she didn't even realize he was observing her. She paused over his final piece of clothing so long he thought she was backing out. Finally she released him from confinement and he sighed, closing his eyes in relief.

She moved back up his body and laid beside him. Now what? They were both naked. Would he just take her? She waited for his next move. He opened his eyes as she settled next to him. He turned on his side to face her, taking her into his arms and molding his body to hers. Every curve she had fit him. Every place on him that was hard, on her it was soft. So soft.

He was so in tune to her that he could even smell her. That berry smell from the oils used in her bath. That indescribable something that was distinctly feminine. And, unfortunately, he could also smell the sake that caused all this forwardness and irresponsibility.

Disregarding that last thought, he captured her lips in a kiss that was hard and hungry from the start. His tongue demanded entrance and she gave it. He pulled her tongue into his mouth and gently bit it. She gasped in delight. He took that opportunity to have a deeper taste of her. She tried to swallow the spit that was forming and, in doing so, she accidentally sucked on his tongue. It earned her a moan from him so pleasing she had to continue.

But kissing, as enjoyable as it is, can only satisfy one's lust for so long.

They knew what they wanted and it was time to start moving in that direction. He moved on top of her, settling between her legs. He went from her lips to kiss the corners of her mouth, up to her eyelids and down each cheek. Slowly making a path across her face and to her ears, he gently nibbled and sucked on each.

Discovering all of Sango's erotic spots would be a life's work that he would delight in spending MANY hours on.

Her ear got him a gasp. Her neck earned him a moan and shiver. He moved on to her collarbone and rained kisses down it's length. Her fingers delved into his hair as he reached her breasts. He experimentally kissed one.

The warmth that was building in her stomach sucked her breath away at that action. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling out the leather strap holding his dragon's tail, releasing his hair to spill about her chest, and subsequently increasing the pleasure of the moment. She pulled his head tighter to her chest, urging him to continue. He did so without complaint.

The wet warmth of his mouth contrasted with the dry cold of before in a tantalizing and undeniably sensual way. Sango couldn't imagine, even in her most wanton dreams, the actual feel of him on her, around her, tasting her, loving her.

Gently he bit the very tip and her legs tightened around him as her hips jerked forward. He repeated that action and it had the same effect. It relieved some of his pain by pressing her closer to him, but not enough. Always thinking of her first, he evened out his sweet torture by repeating his attentions to her other breast.

He knew from talks with Mushin that the woman had to be wet down there or it would hurt her when he penetrated her. He had to find out if she was. Slowly, while distracting her with his newly found talent, he danced his fingers down her body, lightly caressing her sides on the way down. Gently he grabbed her butt, groping it by the handful. That was why he always liked her rear. It fit his hand so well. He moved down her thigh and around her knee. When he touched the underside, she squirmed. He gasped as she rubbed against him hard. He abruptly stopped his former ministrations and thereby alerted her to his new intentions, as she moved beneath him. He hurried up her inner thigh, lest he do something before she was ready. Miroku's hand finally reached his destination with little resistance from his warrior nymph.

Without even touching it, he knew it was hot inside. It seemed to radiate warmth and he separated from Sango enough to look at what would bring him his children and ultimate pleasure. He followed the slit with his index finger.

Sango gasped and swallowed at that action. Her insides were threatening to cook her alive, she needed him that badly. He dipped into her center and traced the line again. Inside he found a nub. When he touched it, Sango let loose a throaty moan arched up to him so he touched it again. Again she moaned with a louder intensity than the first. He pressed harder and she tightened her hold around his body. He circled it and she began to move with his finger. He was amazed at the responses he got from her with the flick of a wrist.

He slid lower in the slit and found her opening. It was slicked with her own natural juices and he entered a finger. She gasped and trembled.

The first time he`d done this, he hadn`t paid any attention to how it was going. All he`d known was that she liked it and it was a good way to advance the encounter. This time he was savoring every moment. He pulled out his finger and slid it back in again, listening for her moan. It came with a plea.

"Please Miroku." Sango breathed into his neck. "More."

He shivered at the sound of his name coming from her lips like that and pushed in again. Her breathing became more and more labored as he added a second finger. He remembered the nub and used the only finger that could reach it, his thumb, to rub it as he pleasured her.

She moaned and gasped and tightened around his hand. All at once her inner muscles fluttered around his fingers as more wetness covered his palm. He pulled it from her as she calmed her breathing. She had forgotten that having him do that for her was so much more intense than doing it herself.

He looked at his cum soaked hand and smelled it. It had a slightly heavy scent and he felt a need to taste it. Flicking out his tongue, he tasted her essence. It was bitter-sweet and very addicting. Suddenly, he was struck with a thought. He was the first and last one to taste this. She seemed to have finally caught her breath and he leaned forward to capture her lips again.

He pulled away after a moment. "No more waiting Sango." He pecked her lips. "Are you ready for me?"

"Yes." She groaned, eyes half-closed already, as her body once again ached for the missing piece of her soul.

His manhood throbbed with the need to be inside her. Surely she was wet enough now. He leaned above her and braced himself on his elbows. This was it.

He positioned himself at her entrance and barely pushed in. She was so tight, so hot. Her softness encompassed him like warm velvet and he moaned as he heard her gasp.

He was so big! It was stretching her just this little bit that he was in. But it was sooooo good. He surged forward taking her virginity and his.

She moaned at the completeness she felt with him inside her. She clenched her lower muscles, testing this new fullness. Miroku's eyes widened and he sucked in air by the gallon at her explorations. He pushed deeper before pulling back. With each movement he made, Sango gave some sort of noise. Each sound was very quiet and would've been missed if he wasn't so intent on making this enjoyable.

In and out he went. Rubbing against her inner walls. He watched Sango's face as it changed from curiosity to total rapture. It doubled his pleasure knowing that she was doing this with him. That he was making her this happy. The friction was delicious and soon his eyes closed in ecstasy.

Her eyes had closed with the first thrust and she was biting her lip, brows furrowed, trying to keep it as quiet as possible. She was matching him thrust for thrust. Each drag up for him was a pull down for her. His push down was a surge up for her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. Both of them stopped for a moment to relish the new position. Her breathing was short and all she had left was gasps and quick exhales. The burning in her abdomen was becoming more intense. She could feel herself tightening like a coil getting ready to burst.

"Miroku." She moaned. "Ahhhhhaha. I don't think, ooooohhhnnnnnmmmm, I can last much longer."

"Then, ungmmm, don't." He ground out.

He was approaching his peak faster than her. He could feel it. She was tightening around him, but he was nearly twitching already. He reached a hand between their bodies and touched her over-stimulated jewel. She jerked and began moving with him more frantically as she realized what he was saying.

Her head turned from side to side as Miroku's sweat-slicked body rocked above her, his shoulder length hair sticking to his face with the ferocity of his thrusts. His head tilted back as he felt it go. He thrust once more to the hilt and his member twitched in a final movement. As his hot seed shot into her, Sango's eyes burst open, her mouth opened in a silent scream feeling her walls come crashing down around him. She let loose a keening cry and he groaned, collapsing on her.

Their breathing slowed and they basked in the afterglow. His comforting weight lulled her mind into putty. Feeling every breath she made beneath him, every beat of her heart, he never thought it would be this wonderful being with the woman he loved. And so, laying entwined on the futon in the bawdy house, him still inside her, they fell asleep.

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That's it. My first lemon. Don't laugh at the corniness and inexperience I have at this. It's all so new to me…..

Tell me what you think. R&R.