InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ If only in my Dreams ❯ Sango's Heaven, Miroku's Hell ( Chapter 13 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

I still do not own Inuyasha or it's characters...though I'd wished for it as it is my birthday...today..5-9-06 though by the time this is posted as it will still need editing it could be later in the week...anyway...here is the next chapter as I thought you all might want some Miroku and Sango fluff...LEMON warning...if you are not of age, I am not to be held responsible for your continuing to read...as this is rated M for a very good reason...
If Only in my Dreams ch13
Miroku opened his eyes to the midnight sky, it's glistening specks of diamond like stars sparkling like a feathery trail of fairy dust riding the midnight breeze.
A soft melody drifted to his ears, the musical beauty of a bamboo flute caressing his ears, it's haunting melody soothing his tortured soul, bringing his body from its perch against the bark roughened tree he lay against to stand before the fire.
A small flame licked playfully at a twisted piece of wood that had been tossed casually across its middle. A small trail of smoke rose from its sultry heat to blend seamlessly into the mist that rolled upon the forest floor in a blanket that Mother Earth must have lain upon it to cover the sleeping inhabitants within the vast stretches of this untamed land.
The music grew steadily closer, its soft melody seemed to feed the flames of the fire until everything touched with its light held the soft orange tint of its flame.
He saw Sango then, her body standing on the other side of the fire, her back turned toward him. She moved slowly, her lithe body swaying gracefully to the beautiful symphony that seemed to surround them.
She reached for the tie that held her Kimono closed and pulled on it softly, the sound of fabric pulling against itself almost unsettling...almost.
And yet he found he couldn't take his eyes from her, no matter how inappropriate his gaze was, no matter that he'd be slapped into the next century if she were to notice where his attention lingered..
He watched as the fabric slid slowly from her shoulders revealing porcelain skin that shimmered beneath the fire light, the muscles that tightened with each subtle movement that she made.
Her body rolled in time with the music, her hips moving gently from side to side in a delicious swing, her kimono falling to her tiny waist revealing it to his hungry gaze. Her hands left the tie they'd once held to run across her silky skin, her finger tips caressing her stomach then her waist in a movement so seductive that he found that he'd willingly risk her anger as well as the high probability of bodily injury if only to have the briefest touch of her skin against his own..if only for a moment, and in a movement that Inuyasha would've been impressed with he found himself behind her, his body pressed against hers as he moved to her steady rhythm, his hands resting on the gentle curve of her waist, his head dipping to taste the skin of her neck.
Sango kept moving to the music ,well aware of Miroku's presence, her small hands raising to release the tie holding her luxurious length of chestnut brown hair, its highlighted length reflecting the light of the fire within its depths as it fell in cascading waves to spill over her shoulder, its silken texture brushing past her taut nipples causing a soft shudder of pleasure to spill past her lips only to be sucked back in when she felt Miroku's lips and tongue upon her skin, her head rolling to the side in a silent invitation for more.
They moved together, the music, the fire, and the mist surrounding them, lighting the way to their deepest desires...
She moved from him then before turning away to take in the monk whom she'd loved silently for the last few years. His hair had fallen from its usual low ponytail, its length touching his shoulders in a waterfall of midnight silk, his purple eyes nearly blackened with passion as he gazed lovingly back at her. He'd lost his robe, and now he stood bare chested before her, his golden earrings glinting beneath the flames that now burned bright behind them. His hand still lay wrapped within its cloth and the prayer beads that were only removed when absolutely necessary and his body shimmered softly beneath the midnight sky, its shadows hovering in the many ridges of muscle that lined his chest and abdomen. Its pale perfection begging to be touched.
She stepped forward and placed her hand tenderly upon his cheek before leaning in ever so softly to place a lingering kiss to that perfect mouth of his, his surprised gasp warming her flesh even as his eyes closed in pleasure.
She pulled away slowly , her body enticing as it began to move again to the soft music in the distance, slowing reaching to remove the rest of her clothing , each piece falling gracefully into a pile at her feet as Miroku watched, his hands twitching every so often at his sides as the desire to caress her skin became almost to much to bare, nearly overwhelming him in its urgency.
Yet he could only stand and watch as his beloved Sango stood before him, her near naked body shining beneath the night sky, and though her body was riddled with scars, some from weapons, most from demons, she was still utterly perfect. The scars seemed to almost dance upon her skin, almost glowing before him in their paleness, each a silent testament to the many battles she'd fought, though none of them could compare to the battle the raged within him...
He ached to touch her, to taste her, to make maddening love to her right here beneath the stars with the fire dancing beside them, though its heat would be nothing compared to the fire they'd light within each other...and yet here he stood, only able to look on as she danced slowly to the music, her hair falling over her shoulders to hide the soft mounds of flesh that moved ever so gently as she swayed from side to side, her hands running down the length of her sides then along the flat plain of her stomach before pushing the silky cloth of her kimono past the luxurious expanse of her hips to fall in a forgotten heap upon the forest floor.
And still he looked on, watched as she lowered herself to the forest floor, her hands reaching out to pull him down with her, and finally his hands moved, one to rest upon her hip, the other cupping the delicious firmness of her breast as he pressed his length against her, his body molding to hers urgently, his eyes open in wonder as he gazed lovingly into her beautiful brown eyes, his vision of her blurring slightly as the forgotten mist surrounded them, enclosed her, taking her from his vision, and leaving him lost and alone within yet another unfulfilled dream...and slowly the music faded into the distance, the mist evaporated and only Sango's sultry voice hung on the breeze, its angry lilt wrapped around her nickname of him, and suddenly sharp pain reverberated through his shoulder, her angry voice still echoing around him as he struggled to open his eyes to reality.....But his body refused to obey, and so he lay there silently contemplating just what he had done to anger her this time when he only remembered falling asleep against the rough bark of a tree that had been a fair distance from where she'd chosen to sleep.
Sango willed the dream to continue...ignored the insistent poking at her belly, her mind telling her that Kohaku was trying to wake her up yet again, reminding her of when he was at the age when all things were only explained by asking a million questions and so he'd stand before her trying to get her attention by poking at her continually until she gave him her full attention so that he would finally just go away to bother one of the adults with his endless stream of questions...but the mist died away and the reality of Kohaku's fate registered within her groggy dream filled brain, reminded her that Kohaku was still lost to Naraku and whatever it was that was poking urgently into her midsection was not just going to go away...and finally the mist began to clear, her eyes opened slowly, her glossy brown orbs focusing upon the form of Miroku's handsome face as it blurred in and out of her vision. She instantly woke, her eyes finding one of his hands pressed against her breast, the other resting upon her hip...She scooted away suddenly, her eyes wide at the realization that she was somehow missing her clothing and Miroku was lying before her, bare chested and beautiful, and that insistent poking in her stomach was definitely NOT her little brother waiting with a string of questions...And in a scurry of limbs she grabbed her clothes throwing them on before kicking said monk as hard as was possible.” Hentai!” she screamed as she ran into the shelter of the forest, all the while hoping that he had not seen her hasty retreat...
She sat at the edge of the forest, her hands unconsciously straightening her clothing as she peered at the monk from behind the underbrush.. Her dreams had NEVER escalated to THAT level before, and while she had often fantasized about Miroku and all the fun torture she could exact upon him as she had always loved to see the poor monk tormented with lust, she had NEVER...EVER woke up naked next to a sleeping, half naked Miroku, and while she was certain the monk remained asleep, at least until she'd kicked him...stupid...stupid...she thought as she slapped her forehead in disgust... she did however wonder just what he'd been doing next to her to begin with.
They'd fallen asleep apart...far apart as she tended to avoid his roaming hands like the plague,...of that she was certain...but everything else was out of place...unexplainable...the only thing she was absolutely certain of, however, had been the fact that she'd nearly molested a sleeping monk...and though she was very...very certain said monk was FAR from unwilling...she did however realize that here she was...sitting on the outskirts of their camp peering through the underbrush at a now half awake Miroku who sat dazed where she had left him, still overbearingly sexy, his bare chest rising and falling with each breath he took and she realized that this was all new to her...definitely something Miroku would and had done in the past...but she wasn't Miroku and yet here she sat spying upon said monk as he sat dumbfounded in the same place, a concerned look upon his handsome face that relaxed into a pleased smile as he glanced downward before he suddenly lay back down in a resigned fashion and drifted back to sleep...leaving behind a very confused Sango who still sat very much awake watching him from a distance...
Miroku sat confused, his head assuring him that THIS was NOT where he'd gone to sleep, but once he noticed that his lower body was even now standing at attention, he simply smiled lazily muttering to himself ” At least ' THAT ' is normal...” before turning to lay back down, determined to once again fall into that enticing dream that had somehow managed to elude him...and giving up on trying to find the answers to why he wasn't in his place by the tree, why his shoulder still smarted as if he'd been kicked by something, and why Sango had gone into the forest...” Probably had to pee.” he thought lazily...
So instead he allowed sleep to welcome him yet again, certain that his “Lady Sango” wouldn't hesitate in informing him of any misdeeds he may have unknowingly committed during the night, his last thought was to wonder why he was always so misunderstood...and what on earth it had been that had soooo rudely awakened him to begin with...
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