InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Lemon-Scented Bath Salts of Fate & Time ❯ Fate's Plan Pays Off - Part 1 ( Chapter 5 )

Lemon-scented Bath Salts of Fate & Time.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters. They belong to Rumiko Takahashi. I make no profit off this story other than the ability to sleep at night because it’s not longer pinging around in my skull.




Chapter 5 – Fate’s plan pays off – part 1

It was as if a bucket of red paint that magically only affected skin had been poured over her head.

She was standing, buck-naked, waving an accusing finger, in front of the man she'd believed had been trying to see her naked. It had been difficult work over the years, keeping him from being completely successful in his spying attempts. And now, he would never have a need to spy again. All he would need to do was close his eyes and remember.

But just as she was about to go "Eep" and jump under the water to hide, he turned his back on her. HE turned his back on HER! Did he really not want to see her naked? Was he horrified at what he saw?

And then he spoke. Very quietly. "That may have been the cruelest thing I've ever witnessed in my life."

She was stunned. "Wha-"

"Alright. You proved that I've been trying to spy on you. Wow. Great feat. What male who is capable of sight wouldn't want to see you? I admit it. I have longed greatly to see you naked.

"But THAT was beyond cruel." He stood frozen for a moment, as cold as his voice, and she remained speechless.

"I will leave you now. I would suggest that you get dressed and get back to town. Shippo will want someone to be with him while Kaede is off at the birth."

He was furious with her. Why was HE mad at HER? She was the one being spied on. She wanted to maintain her own righteous fury, but the thought that he was mad at her made it impossible. It felt like she'd betrayed him somehow.

"Miroku. Why - why are you so angry?" She was puzzled, but her voice sounded even more timid than she would have thought possible.

"Why am I angry?" His voice started soft, but began to rise in pitch. "WHY am I ANGRY?" He spun to face her and screamed, "I thought you were DEAD!" His eyes blazed at her.

"You..." she began.

"Do you have any idea how FRIGHTENED I was? Any idea at ALL? And it was all just a JOKE?" As he shouted at her, his words continued without thought. "If you died, WHAT would I have to live for? The wind tunnel might as well just swallow me whole! There would be no point in even TRYING to break the curse."

Her eyes were huge things. "What are you saying?" she whispered.

Her eyes were huge and staring at him. She was standing in front of him, completely naked, not trying to cover herself up. Her body was straining forward toward an unexpected hope. How could she be standing in front of him like that. Without appearing to rove over her, he captured all of her beauty in his eyes. And his mind remembered the words that he'd just spoken.

Well. There it was. "Are you still trying to pretend that you don't know how I feel about you, Sango?"

"How you feel about me?"

He gave an exasperated sigh in response.

"You... I'm just a friend. You... don't feel anything for me." Her protest was weak and faltering.

Fixing her with his gaze, "I am in love with you, Sango. You are the only one I love. The only woman I've EVER loved."

"But... But..." she sputtered, "You ask every woman you meet to bear your child and you've never asked me. You... You want THEM. All of THEM..."

A guttural noise escaped him. "Do you honestly think any of those women would EVER take me seriously? What kind of woman would agree to give birth to a child that would be born cursed?!" He held up his hand.

"But you never asked ME..." her voice had never sounded whiny before. She would swear that this was the first.

He threw up his hands in exasperation. "You'd have said NO. And it would have HURT. Don't you get it?" He turned and began to walk away.

He was walking away. Her heart was running a marathon. It was time to catch up. Two quick strides put her in range, and she reached out to grab his shoulder as she blurted out, "I wouldn't have said no!"

Her hand on his shoulder. Her words. He turned toward her, her eyes were pleading.

"I..." She gave it up and threw herself at his lips. Her arms embracing him.

Naked Sango was kissing him.

Naked Sango was kissing him.

Naked Sango was pressed up against him and kissing him.

His reality check kicked in, and he placed his hands on her shoulders. His lips didn't willingly release hers, but his arms still pushed her away. He was leaning toward her trying to prolong the kiss even as his arms forced the contact to break.

He was pushing her away. He said he loved her, but he was pushing her away.

"Oh my god. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She turned from him, and sank under the water, unable to withstand his scrutiny. She wanted to disappear. She misunderstood. He didn't want her. The idea of her refusing to bear his child hurt, but he didn't want her. Okay. Except her brain kept telling her that this didn't compute. "I'm sorry I made you mad. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I kissed you. I'm sorry." She heard her voice rambling, but had no idea who was telling it to speak. "I just thought... But you said... I just wanted..."

Then quietly, he interrupted. "What kind of man would give the woman he loves a child destined to be cursed, Sango? I could never do that to you."

She spun, still underwater, and looked up at him. "I don't care about THAT! I LOVE you!" Both hands flew to her mouth to cover her gasp as he stared at her. She'd said it. She'd admitted it. Holy crap.

Meeting his eyes, she forced her hands down. Then she nodded to herself. And then stood.

The water rippled down her body. "I love you, Miroku." She strode toward him. "Do you love me?"

God, she was stunning! He nodded. "I do."

"Are you mad at me still?" Her voice was a purr, and he shivered in response.

All he could do was shake his head no.

"Then why don't you join me for a bath?" Her hands began to work at loosening, removing his clothes.

He couldn't though. "But I can't curse your child..."

Continuing to undress him, "Would you love me til the day I died?"

"Yes."

"Would you love our child?"

"Yes."

"Then I am yours, Miroku. Who else would I have?" Sliding his upper garments off him, she threw them to land on the rock next to her uniform. "We'll break the curse together."

Her breasts flattened against his bare chest as he pulled her into his embrace. "Oh, Sango," he breathed in her ear, and she delighted in the shivers that it caused. "If you are truly mine, then... Will you consent to be my wife?"

Her tears bathed his chest. "From this moment on, if you'll have me," she breathed.

His arms tightened around her. "From this moment on, wife. Although, I would like to have Kaede make it official."

She smiled as she snuggled in his embrace. "Whatever you wish, husband." Her hands began to stroke his back. "But I suppose you'll want to wait til it's official then?" She smirked against his chest.

Her fingertips were apparently made of lightning that danced along his skin, and he moaned.

"If that is what YOU wish," his voice was a guttural groan.

Having run out of bare back in their downward dance, her electric fingers skittered along his waist, playing under the edge of his waistband. She had to pull back to allow them to continue. "What I wish," it was startling how deftly her fingers were working with the ties on his pants - startling to both of them, "is to be able to see you. I do not think it's fair that you've seen me and I've never..." The ties came free. "...been given a chance to see any of you until today."

Her hands let go of the ties, and his pants dropped, the weight of the water pulling them down. "Don't you think that's unfair?" She'd begun kissing his shoulder and chest.

It was better than any dream. She was touching him, dragging her fingernails lightly along his skin, kissing his shoulder, chest, and working down toward his waist. She kneeled before him. That had never been a part of the dream! She pushed his pants underwater so he could step out of them, then tossed them next to his jacket.

He stood in front of her, wearing only his underwrappings. His shoulders were broader than she had imagined, and they sloped down to a slender, shapely waist. My god, he was beautiful. Biting her lower lip, she looked up at him expectantly.

"Sango... Are you certain..."

Pinning him with her dark, oh darker than ever, eyes, she replied, "Do I often change my mind?" He slowly shook his head no. "Then please..."

She drank in his form as he began unwinding his wrappings. As the last bits became freed, she saw the proof of his desire. Before he could say or do anything, she closed the distance. Still on her knees, she hesitantly reached out to touch.

"Oh!" The heat of her hand had caused his erection to twitch toward it, startling her. Slowly, she continued reaching, her fingers lightly brushing the velvety smooth skin that encased his now steel rod.

"Sango," he moaned, and she was encouraged. Leaning forward, for some reason she felt a desire and acted upon it.

"Sango!" he gasped. Quickly looking down, he saw her tongue delicately reaching out from her small mouth to lick light trails on his rod. The sight made him harden further. He could feel his erection getting longer. It had never been like this in even his wildest dreams.

She could tell he was pleased, and this emboldened her. Rising up just a bit, her mouth took the tip of his shaft into it, and his moan ripped out of him like tearing cloth. She used her tongue to swirl at the tip, as her head went up and down, her hands reaching behind him to grab his ass and pull him closer to her.

And then, he reached down and pulled her off. Pulled her up to him. Crushed her to him in a searing, passionate kiss. His tongue thrust boldly into her mouth, exploring her roughly. His hands worked her back muscles, one sliding down to grab at her ass and pull it toward his hips - his erection trapped against her lower belly.

His kiss, full of fire broke from her mouth, and moved to her earlobe, her neck - he was trying to devour her. One hand trailed from her back to her breast, kneading it and she moaned into his ear. The warm heat of her breath was like oxygen on his flame. His passion - he was letting it loose.

They had all claimed he had no restraint. He had incredible restraint. But it was gone now. His mouth worked down her shoulder. His hands grabbed her by the ass and picked her up so that his mouth could suckle at her breast. Licking, biting, teasing moans and purrs from her. Her legs wrapped around his waist.

She was out of control. Her hands were trying to pull him closer to her, he wasn't close enough yet. Her mouth strained to kiss some part of him. God, he felt... She needed more. More.

She felt his tip against her nether lips from her position around his waist, and she shifted her hips so that it entered just inside her folds.

More. More. She moaned her need.

Her breasts were perfect. They needed to be worshipped. His hands couldn't get enough. He was touching her all over. Each inch. She was being memorized. He felt her shift, felt her part and he began to enter her.

He moaned. She was on fire. For him. It would never be enough. She was too perfect. And she was moaning, asking him for more. Hands on her waist, he pulled her down so that he entered her fully.

He wasn't really surprised to find no barrier. He was certain she was a virgin, but with her chosen profession, it was physical - it wasn't unheard of that in that situation her maidenhead had already been broken.

He filled her. God, he filled her. Nothing had ever felt so right in her life. She could stay like this forever. This was bliss. Heaven.

And then he lifted her slowly, and she knew that it was only the beginning. "Mirokuuuuu," she moaned. "Oh, god!" He lowered her again, fully impaling her on his shaft, and she screamed, "YES!"

He'd never before known this, but he was sure that it wouldn't feel like this with anyone else. She was so tight around him, oh god help him, so tight! He wanted to be slow with her, but she was fire around him, he couldn't get enough. He latched onto her neck, kissing and sucking at the juncture to her shoulder, and set up a rhythm, lifting her up and down as he thrust in and out of her heaven. Her legs squeezed his waist tightly, and the rhythm continued.

Each downward thrust brought a scream, "YES!" from her lips, and soon he was moaning with her. She was screaming her passion. Finally, a wordless shriek burst from her, as she saw the world explode into motes of light, every atom that created her body vibrating with a pleasure that she'd never known.

He felt her body quiver, spasming around him, and saw the look of unbelievable bliss on her face, her head thrown back in ecstasy, and he fell into the abyss alongside her. "SANGO!" he groaned, as he spilled inside of her.

A few more thrusts to ride out the orgasm, and then he tightened his embrace, holding her to him so closely, his rod still firm inside her. "I love you, Sango," he whispered in her ear.

She shivered in his arms, "I love you, too, Miroku." He smiled softly.

Then walked to the deepest spot in the spring and dropped to his knees, submersing them both. The hot water felt cool after their activities, and they cleansed a bit, not talking.

Then, still not speaking, they walked toward their clothes to get dressed. As she pulled on her kimono, she ventured to speak. "Miroku?"

"Yes, my Sango?"

'He called me his!' "Did you mean what you said?"

"Every word. Which were you questioning?"

Blushing she replied, "The marriage thing."

He frowned a bit. "Oh." He tied his still wet pants on and shivered. He tried to keep his disappointment out of his voice as he continued, pulling his shirt over his head first, "If... you changed your mind, I would-"

She grabbed him by the shirtfront and stared him fiercely in the eye, "Not on your life! Kaede can make it official as soon as she comes back from the birth!"

His shoulders relaxed and he grinned broadly at her. Both were surprised at the tear that accompanied his smile. She kissed him on the cheek and then gathered up her wet uniform.

Without hesitating, she began sauntering down the path toward town. Over her shoulder she called back to him, "We should hurry. The longer we delay, the longer til we can start celebrating our wedding night."

He gaped at her a moment, and then began rushing to get dressed and follow her.

"Oh, Miroku, I was wondering... How many times a day do you think we can do that? Physically, I mean - without... breaking something?"

Trying hard to not sound too joyous, he put on his pious voice. "As that was the first time for me, I am uncertain. I suspect we'll just have to... experiment if we want to find out."

She nodded and blushed. She was his first! "I expect you know more about this than I. We'll have to just... find out then." She let her hand drop to her side, and was pleased when his fingers found hers and entwined with them.

"I look forward to discovering many things with you, wife."

Wife.

She smiled happily. "Miroku?"

"Yes, Sango?"

"Um. Are you as happy I tricked you as I am?"

He paused. If she had not, he most likely never would have admitted to her the depth of his feelings. And she would never have either. "More."



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