InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Lonely Souls ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2

"Houshi-sama?"

"Hai, Sango-san?"

The sleepy taijiya, lazily lounging by the small fire place in their room for the night, looked thoughtfully as the monk sitting in his customary position near her: legs crossed and tucked underneath him, hands folded in his lap and covered slightly by his robe (that she had given back to him once they had gone back inside,) his eyes closed, face relaxed and almost…serene.

Definitely unlike the emotional man who had held her in his strong arms earlier.

Miroku waited for her to answer awhile before cracking open an eye slowly, catching the young woman's face. Dazed at first; lying on her stomach with the tiny fire cat nestled at her side, her head held in her hands with her elbows braced on the hard wood floor. Then, he opened his other eye while grinning devilishly boyish when she finally realized she had been staring at him.

She flipped onto her back gracefully to hide her blush, knees slightly drawn up, as Kirara perched herself there, before continuing, "Hou-Miroku," he cocked an eyebrow at hearing the way her voice sounded when saying his given name, "have you ever wondered…what-what exactly you're going to do…when our quest is finished?"

The young man closed his eyes back as he stood and walked next to his still blushing demon exterminator, sitting right near her head to gaze down at her face, his eyes-as well her own-were dancing with the light of the flickering fire, "All the time." He stated while reaching over her form to lightly pet Kirara, who was still lingering onto her spot atop Sango's knees, "Mostly, I just worry about your sake." He smoothed down some of her hair that had fanned out across the floor.

When he noticed that her eyes had widened slightly at the comment, he hastily added, "As well as the sake of all my new found friends."

"Oh…" she shifted, resting on her side, her eyes trained to the magic of the fire, "What do you think will happen…what do you plan to do?"

He gazed at the back of her head, wondering what would be the right thing to say. He couldn't possibly just blurt out what he truly felt.

He gave a bitter smile to himself, 'It would spoil the fun.'

Miroku really didn't care…as long as Sango would be there with him.

"Miroku?"

He shook his head, clearing his mind, before unconsciously running a hand down Sango's long hair, feeling her give a slight shiver in return, "I don't know exactly," he gave a long exhale of breath, "and I think I'd like to keep it that way."

Sango sat up, curling her legs under her as she leaned on his shoulder. Without her even glancing at him, he could hear her smile in her voice, "Me too."

They sat there in comfortable silence once again. Sango had never felt such a calming feeling like she did with Miroku, and she knew that no one else could make her feel as peaceful as he did. She felt him wrap his arm around her, his cursed hand reaching across her front to grab her waist, successfully scooting her over the floor until she somehow ended in his embrace. His legs were slightly bent, resting on either side of her, while her back was against his chest.

Miroku wrapped his arms around her shoulders, as she brought her slender hands up to rest on his forearms, one lovingly swirling his rosary beads in her fingers.

Sango was suddenly reminded of a song. Yes…that song she heard from Kagome's 'see-dee puh-lay-er' thing…it was sad and beautiful, and it reminded her on her view of Miroku.

She started humming it, the vibrations from her voice box soothing them both.

As she reached the end of the melody, Miroku broke the silence, "That was beautiful."

Sango smiled softly, tilting her head back to rest it on his shoulder, meeting his dark, violet eyes that were now swirling in unspoken emotion, "Hmm, it's from a song I heard from Kagome-chan…I fell in love with it."

Miroku gave her a crooked smile, "As I fell in love with you."

At her surprised expression, he knew he'd let it slip, "That is, Sango…I mean-"

She pressed a finger to his lips, "It's alright, Miroku…" she gave a pretty blush, "I…I believe th-that…" she cleared her throat with a nervous, shy smile, the fireplace suddenly seeming interesting, "That is…I feel the same."

He nuzzled the back of her neck, breathing in the scent of her hair, before leaving a small kiss just below her ear. He whispered lowly, "I've always hoped you had."

Sango went to rest her head back on his shoulder as Miroku suddenly caught her lips with his hot mouth. She moaned at the unexplainable sensation, sending a small shiver down his spine at the sound. As Sango craned her neck further for better access, he cupped the side of her face in one hand to assist her.

Miroku felt her grab at the front of his robes, making him smirk against her lips. She sighed into his mouth, and he took the chance to enter her cavern with his tongue.

She felt as if she was being torn from the inside out, but strangely she wanted more…

"Miroku," she whispered, her lips touching his softly at the movement to say the word, before moving her face far enough to see his face.

"What is it, my beautiful Sango?" he asked as he looked down into her glazed-over almond eyes.

"I…I can't take this anymore…" she stated closing her eyes tightly as her hands fisted in his robes so hard that it hurt her knuckles. Looking deeply into his eyes, Sango demanded, "Love me." The fingers of one small hand ran over the contours of his face.

"Miroku…make love to me."

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