Author note: HOLY CRAP!! I've gotten a hell of a lot of reviews for 'Love Witch'. When I wrote that I had no idea people would love it so! (HUGS reviewers until their ribs crack)

So do to popular demand here is Miroku's and Sango's incounter with the Love Witch.

Ummm I guess I should say something along the line that I don't know stuff…(like what Buddist priest can and can not do) and other Japanesse costumes, so just work with me.

Oh and like enjoy:)

"GET your hands off me Miroku!"

Slap

"OUCH!!"

Sango gave Miroku the meanest and evil eye she could. Hoping that he would get the hint all ready and leave her alone.

"You are such a pervert. We're supposed to be looking for Inuyasha and Kagome!"

Miroku rubbed his face, which had a lovely blazing red hand print on it, and tried to look innocent.

"I know that lovely Sango."

Sango gave him a look that even demons would find scary and snorted.

Deciding to ignore Miroku (unless he got to friendly again) Sango instead tried to think about Inuyasha and where they might be.

They left two days ago almost. It's not like them to just disappear. What if they are in trouble?

It seemed likely that the white hair mutt had bitten off more than he could chew (again). The idiot didn't even think before he ran into a battle. And poor Kagome, she always seemed to be on the bad end of the deal. Either getting kidnapped or almost killed. Sango found it amazing that she was still alive.

"Sango?"

"WHAT!"

Sango snapped at Miroku rather loudly. He jumped back and out of the range of her huge boomerang. He didn't really feel like getting hit again.

"I may be mistaken but isn't that Kagome and Inuyasha over there?"

Sango followed Miroku's pointing hand and cried out. It was Inuyasha and Kagome.

"Kagome!"

She was so happy to see the two alive and uninjured that she ran up to her friend and gave Kagome a hug. Kagome laughed and hugged her back.

"Kagome where have you been?"

Inuyasha snorted and answered for her.

"We were captured by a witch. She wanted to use Kagome's blood in a potion, to make herself younger."

Sango's eyes widened. That must have been some witch if Inuyasha couldn't handle her. Sango didn't much care for the dog jerk, but she knew that he was a good fighter.

Miroku came up and smiled…he would have hugged (and groped) Kagome if Inuyasha didn't suddenly growl. It wasn't one of his don't annoy me growls either.

Sango and Miroku blinked as he growled a 'if you dare I will kill you' growl.

His ears were laid flat against his head and his fangs were slightly bared.

Miroku instantly stepped back with a stunned look on his face.

Kagome made a face and elbowed Inuyasha in the ribs. That stopped the growling and the teeth showing, but he still glared.

Sango looked over to Kagome, trying to figure out what was different. Inuyasha never seemed to care much about Miroku. He became annoyed like they all did, but the Priest's gropes…were in truth rather harmless. So why all the suddenly was Inuyasha being so protective. As she stared at Kagome…a rather bright blush was taking over her face. She refused to look at her.

Sango's eyes narrowed and she sent a suspicious glare over to Inuyasha. He suddenly found something else to look at as well. He coughed nervously into his hand.

Suddenly Miroku spoke.

"How did you get away?"

Kagome glad to focus on something other than Sango's glare answered.

"She let us go. I guess she decided I wouldn't do anymore."

Miroku seemed suddenly very confused.

"A youth potion you say. But all she would need is a vir…gin."

He suddenly stopped his face splitting into a huge grin.

Both Inuyasha and Kagome looked horrified, their faces now a beet red.

"Aawww, didn't know you had it in you Inuyasha."

The monks face settled into the look, which Sango liked to call 'pervert mode'. But she didn't get why.

"Miroku…What the hell are you talking about?"

He gave her an even larger smile and stepped behind her, out of the range of Inuyasha's claws. He also seemed to think she would protect him from the suddenly very mad Inuyasha.

"Don't you get it lovely Sango? The witch needed a Virgins blood to work the spell."

"So."

"Well I take it that Inuyasha couldn't get out of her prison…so he did the best next thing. Make Kagome a…hehe…non-virgin and thus useless to the witch."

Sango's mouth dropped to the ground. She turned slowly back to Inuyasha.

He was redder in the face than his komodo.

"PERVERT! HOW COULD YOU!?"

Sango tried to smack Inuyasha over the head with her boomerang. He ducked and retreated from the enraged female.

"Sango stop it! Ka-go-me…help me!"

Kagome looked on horrified, but for some reason this was just hilarious. She couldn't stop laughing.

That is until she heard the chuckles of Miroku beside her.

"Miroku!"

He turned a completely innocent fact toward her.

"You think that this was some sort of joke! You really are perverted if you think that. The last two days weren't exactly a picnic in the park you know!"

Miroku completely unfazed took Kagome's hand as if to apologize.

"It was unpleasant? I guess dog boy didn't do it for you. I would be glad and honored to show you what a true man can do."

slap, punch, kick in the groin

"How dare you! Inuyasha was GREAT!"

Sango stopped chasing Inuyasha around and stared shocked to her core.

"Err…opps."

Kagome blushed and turned away from the grinning monk.

"Sango…please stop it. There's nothing more we can do. Lets just forget this and go home."

Sango blinked then glared at the rather smug looking demon dog.

"But your honor!"

Kagome sighed a tired smile tugging on her lips. Sango was truly a good friend. How many other woman would try to kill a guy just to save your honor.

"Don't worry Sango."

Sango looked between the two lovers angrily.

Of course she understood what happened and how they might think it was the only way. But to do that! It sounded something more like what Miroku would think of and do.

And why wasn't Kagome angry. It was her honor after all that had been tainted. The man never got in trouble if he lay with a woman before marriage. It was always the woman that became unclean. Shouldn't Kagome demand Inuyasha to marry her or something? At least demand him beaten within an inch of his perverted life.

But she seemed totally ok with it.

Sango shouldered her boomerang. There was more to this than she could see. Maybe Inuyasha had already promised to marry her. If that was the case Sango was here to make sure he followed through. Kagome wasn't some whore you dishonored then disappeared.

Well she would wait until Kagome had time to tell her what happened. Which hopefully would be out of earshot of the monk. She didn't want him to fill in the blanks out of Kagome's story with his over active imagination.

"FINE!"

She turned to Inuyasha.

"But don't think for a moment you're off the hook dog boy!"

Suddenly out of the blue and evil crackle split the air.

"Hehehe I knew if I followed you, you would lead to that of which I need."

Inuyasha growled at the witch that had appeared above them.

"Dog breath! I'm rather angry with you for taking my virgin away. I will have to settle with her friend instead."

She wagged an aged finger at him.

Inuyasha attacked.

Which predictable didn't work because his claws simply passed though her.

He turned in mid-air to ready another attack when…thump, the witch hit him right in the face with an old twisted walking stick that she had gotten out of thin air.

"Down boy. Still frisky I see."

Inuyasha turned bright red.

The very thought that this witch might have been watching them…made him want to gag.

"I however need my youth for such romping. Hmmm, you'll do dear."

The witch turned her attention to Sango. Who had been sneaking up behind her to attack.

The witch smiled her eyes twinkling.

"Nichiyo-ni watashi no uchi-e kite…"

Suddenly Sango froze, an appalled look on her face. She tried to move but she couldn't make even a figure twitch.

"I can't move!"

She screamed in rage and fought against the evil witch.

Suddenly a cloak of blue flashed in front of her eyes. She blinked as Miroku placed himself between the witch and Sango.

He let the air rip do its thing.

The witch seemed suddenly serious. Her face twisted in fear as she quickly started to work her magic on staying alive.

"Hyo-ga furu hyo-ga furu…"

"Hang onto me Sango…she's doing something strange!"

Sango who still could hardly move nodded her head and hung on for dear life. Miroku grunted as the winds of his air rip started to widen.

Miroku screamed as he started to feel a strange pull. His eyes wide with terror realized to late, the witch's magic was turning the rip against him.

It happened so quickly no one but the witch knew what truly happened next.

But suddenly Miroku and Sango were gone.

Inuyasha mouth hung open.

"What the fuck did you do to them?"

The witch sighed sadly.

"He was pulled into his own curse, along with that girl. There goes my virgin."

The witch then laughed happily and after giving Kagome and Inuyasha a wink disappeared.

Kagome was the first to be able to speak again.

"Sucked into the rip? Inuyasha…does that mean…their dead?"

Inuyasha pressed Kagome's body against his in a comforting hug.

"I don't know."

Miroku sat up slowly. By the gods his head hurt.

As the world came into focus around him he felt a chill run down his spine.

There was nothing around him. Nothing but a terrible blackness.

"Where am I?"

"Don't you mean where are 'we'?"

Miroku turned surprised at the familiar sound. It was Sango.

"Sango, are you alright?"

"Fine."

She looked around the blackness around them. It was strange really. There was nothing but night around them, yet they could see each other perfectly.

"Any ideas where we might be Miroku?"

Miroku shrugged and looked down at his hands in defeat. Suddenly he choked.

"What?"

For a moment Miroku didn't do anything, just stared at his hands. He then looked up and slowly brought his hand up for her to see. Sango gasped as she realized what she was seeing.

The air rip in Miroku's hand was gone. But how could that be?

"Sango…I have an idea. But you won't like it."

Sango eyed him carefully. Miroku was acting weird…which of course their surrounding and the pointed absence of one air rip could explain. But still…there seemed to be more. And she had a feeling it was about to slap her in-between the eyes.

"Sango…I think we are in the air rip."

Sango took a sharp breath. Inside the air rip. Sango swallowed hard and tried to fight the hysteria that suddenly clamped her heart. For the first time in a long time she felt fear rear its ugly head.

"But where is that…and more importantly how do we get out?"

Miroku shook his head sadly.

"I don't know Sango."

Miroku adjusted his robes so he could sit down comfortably.

"I'm so sorry Sango."

The breath caught in her throat as he broke down in tears in front of her. The monk while leachous always acted so happy and carefree. Seeing him thus just didn't seem right to her. Sango's lips narrowed as she made her decision, but if she got groped for this…she let the thought trail off dangerously there.

Stiffly she went over to Miroku and sat down beside him. He didn't even seem to notice her. So she reached out and took his hand in hers.

"Miroku…it isn't your fault. The witch did this, not you."

"But I've always known I was going to die like this. Sango…beautiful Sango I never meant for anyone especially you to share my horrible fate."

Sango stiffened as he called her beautiful. They had played this game before. She would be nice, he would say nice things, and then his hand would find her. He really hated it when he did those things. He was a good guy. She like him and respected him, but when he grabbed her it made her feel so used. Like she was nothing more to him than a sex object. Sango readied her hand to slap him…but nothing happened. He just continued to softly cry. Sango didn't really know what to say. Usually when he called her beautiful or other things like that, a grope or disgusting comment followed.

Sango repeated his words in her head. Repeated the way he said them and the tone of his voice. She frowned…something was different about him. It was unlike him to not grab her, she was right here within easy reach.

Did…he really mean what he said? Did he really just call her beautiful just to call her beautiful, and not as some ploy to get her in his bed?

Slowly a dawning seemed to come over her. She wasn't sure what it meant. And if asked she wouldn't be able to say what it was exactly. It was a feeling…and sixth sense that was telling her, whispering to her what was going on. It whispered softly to her that she should listen to Miroku…pay attention to him. It spoke that he was letting her see a part of him that he kept far away from the light of day and his friends. A part that was something more to the monk.

With this sense she had the feeling of seeing Miroku shedding his skin to show his true colors underneath, the removing of a mask.

She didn't understand this. All Miroku had done was call her beautiful and then not grab her. Well that and he was crying.

Sango suddenly felt a deep sadness and longing toward the monk. He had lived with this curse his entire life. His father died because of this curse, and so would he if something didn't change. What would something like that do to a person? He could actually see his death grow a little bigger each day, slowly taking him into death of unsaid horror.

Except it wasn't unsaid anymore. They were in the air rip now. His worst dreams had come true.

What did something like that do to a person?

Not knowing what madness possessed her, Sango draped a comforting hand over him and laid her head gently on his shoulders. She felt his relax against her his shoulder still shaking lightly. He was slowly getting control over himself. She heard him take a deep breath.

"I've failed Sango. I've failed to end the curse and I've failed my line."

He sighed deeply and Sango imagined she could actually feel his heart break.

"No Miroku you didn't fail. At least you tried which is more than your father did. And well…"

Sango blushed.

"You did try really hard on the other end."

He shifted his body some. Not enough to make Sango tense waiting for the grab but enough to turn his head and look at her. Miroku smiled even though his eyes remained sad.

"Since we're going to die here…Sango can I tell you something?"

Sango nodded although she wasn't sure if it was something she wanted to hear. Once again she readied herself for the downfall. Miroku always ruined this feeling. This sense of closeness that only good friends could have.

If it were something lecherous she would hit him so hard…!

"I did fail…and I did not try as hard as I should have…because I couldn't, not after…"

Sango blinked…what they hell was he talking about.

"Sango…almost a month ago I got a letter from a friend of my fathers. He offered me one of his daughters so that our line would not end. I refused him."

Now this was news. Miroku refusing a woman. Has the world come to an end?

"But why? You're a pervert!"

Miroku turned his head away from her after he gave her a big smile. She could tell now that he had control over his emotions that the mask was trying to come back. She could see amusement in his eyes and face, but she was sure by his body posture that he was not as happy as her wanted her to think.

Sango was intensely aware how close they were and how he had yet to grope her.

"I couldn't…I fell in love."

"Love you? Well why did you not go to her then or would she not have you?"

Miroku mask fell with a crash, as he suddenly looked pained. Sango cursed her wild tongue. That wasn't very nice to say.

"I'm sorry Miroku. I didn't mean it like that."

"I know Sango…and well to answer your question. I never told her I loved her. How could I…if I didn't do the impossible and overcome this curse then I would die within a few years. What kind of man would do that to a woman? To love them, marry them, having children…only to leave so soon. I couldn't do that to her. So I drove her away. Doing everything I could think of to make her hate me. I was very successful I think…"

Sango had to force her mouth shut. What Miroku just told her was the noblest thing she had ever heard. To love someone and yet…scorn them to save them the pain. Were men really that dignified, but more important was Miroku?

Right before her eyes the image of Miroku faded…replaced with a more respected Miroku. A Miroku that suffered and hurt. That caused himself torment and loneliness so that his love would be save.

So this is what the mask hid. But why would he hide like this from his friends as well.

"Can I ask her name?"

Sango felt tears gather in her eyes. Angrily she wiped them away. This was silly she hadn't cried…in a long time. Not since her little brother was…

Sango pushed that pain wrenched thought out of her head.

She felt Miroku tense under her. What was he thinking?

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Sango shifted so that she could hug him slightly. She tried not to notice how comfortable he felt beneath her.

"Miroku I'm your friend. We've fought demons together and saved each other's lives countless of times. I know you would not lie to me."

She felt him consider her words. It was weird that she could read him so well now. Was it because of this place? Did the Air rip give them a sixth sense so she could understand him? Sango wasn't sure although that sounded about right. What else could it be? She knew these feelings she felt literally radiating off him wasn't normal.

She wondered if he could feel her thoughts as well.

"She's you."

All the breath suddenly left her lungs in a painful rush. She stiffened…ready for the grope. He always groped her at this point. Just when things seemed all right between them. He always ruined it by putting his hands on her.

He always made her so…mad…

That thought suddenly brightened the world around her. She jerked away from him staring in shock. He always made her so mad. He always ruined the moment between them when everything seemed all right. He always pushed her away.

Sango blinked at him in total shock. His words suddenly reformed in her head making it impossible to deny the obvious.

"So I drove her away. Doing everything I could think of to make her hate me"

He did that so I would hate him. So I wouldn't fall in love with him.

"I've tried so hard to protect you Sango…and now look where we are."

He gestured to the endless black around them. Sango could feel his bitterness and anger at their fate. Most of it was focused on himself rather than the vile Naraku.

"I've failed at everything…but most of all I've failed you Sango."

He turned toward her his eyes so sad. The mask had been shattered and all she could do for the moment was stare.

He was saving her the pain. He loved her? That just didn't make sense to her. He…never said anything.

Of course he didn't say anything. You heard him, and you know he wasn't lying. He didn't want to hurt you. He knew he was dieing. He didn't want you to hurt.

Sango felt her lip start to shake. This was too much. It simply was too much to think about. Miroku the new one…the one that revealed himself today loved her.

Sango didn't know what she was doing. She was overcome by an emotion so strong that it left her breathless. Before she could change her mind Sango grabbed Miroku's shoulders and pressed her lips to his with bruising force.

Taken completely by surprise Miroku could only blink as the kiss ended as quickly as it started.

Sango jerked back her cheeks burning red.

Miroku smiled and touched his lips with his fingers. He never really thought their first kiss would be like that.

Sango sat back her thoughts confused. She couldn't believe she just kissed him!

But not only that she wanted more. That was the kicker. Her Sango the levelheaded one was feeling this way toward Miroku. It didn't make sense. When the hell did Miroku suddenly become so handsome?

When did she start to love him?

Love? Sango wanted to deny it. But she couldn't, it was too late for her. She had fallen in love the moment he admitted loving a woman yet said he could not be with her.

She felt so confused. She wanted to remember the old Miroku the one that made her angry and that she disliked. She didn't want to love anyone. It wasn't her style. She was a demon exterminator with a mission. She had to kill Naraku.

So does he…he wanted to kill Naraku as much as you if not more. Sango give it up. You love him. What does it matter anymore? Denying will only cause you and him more hurt. You are dead to the world. You might die any second…or you might live in the blackened hell for the rest of eternity.

You love him. And you are with him now. That's all that matters.

Sango sighed.

"Miroku…you can kiss me if you want."

Miroku seemed surprised but he quickly got over it and complied.

Leaning forward until he was mere centimeters from her he breathed onto her lips. So close yet not touching. Sango felt a tiny shiver run down her spine as he warm breath caressed her lips. It seemed like forever he stayed like that. Sango wanted to finish the kiss and get it over with. She wanted…she didn't know what she wanted. It was all so new and strange to her.

When she least expected it, and right when she was about to slap him for teasing her like this he gently touched her lips to his. Nothing like their first kiss. This one was sweet and loving.

Sango felt Miroku hands move and instantly tensed ready for the grope. But he didn't not touch her like that. Instead he simply wrapped his arms around her and pressed her closer to him.

Sango closed her eyes and enjoyed the sweet kiss. She couldn't believe she was letting Miroku do this. Couldn't believe that…she liked Miroku doing this.

He stopped kissing her a moment his head withdrawing just enough so he could do into her face. A hand came up and gently caressed her cheek.

"I love you Sango."

Sango blinked at his confession. He looked so serious. Not a trace of the old perverted Miroku could be seen in his face. This was reassuring in a way she couldn't describe. Despite the strange feelings she had earlier she was still a little scared he was leading her on. She couldn't help it. She was scared of being hurt.

Sango lowered her lashes, a becoming blush staining her cheeks.

"You may find this hard to believe. But I love you to…except when you're being a pervert."

Miroku smiled sadly. But his eyes shone with a strange glow.

"I want to ask you. Ask you even though we are going to die here. I don't want to be alone anymore. Sango would you be my wife?"

Sango gasped in shock. Her mind and heart started to run ever faster.

This was still a huge decision even though they weren't going to live long. Her honor prevented her from just saying yes to make him happy. She had to ask herself, did she really want to marry him. Be bound to him…even if it was for their last days.

Of course to make it more complicated she didn't know if they could even die in this place. She would be bound to him forever then.

Surprisingly…the answer was yes. Not one thought of protest came to mind. She really did want to be his wife. For death or not it didn't matter as long as she was with him.

Sango let go the breath she didn't know she was holding. How could her thoughts of Miroku change so suddenly and dramatically?

But they did, she loved him with all her heart. And she wanted to be his wife…be with him until they died here.

"Miroku…I want you to know my decision has nothing to do with the fact we will die soon. I'm going to answer you as if we were still in Kaede's village. Honor and all you know…"

Miroku suddenly looked down cast.

"I guess that's a no then."

"No…its not Miroku. I've seen a part of you that you've kept deeply hidden. And…somehow…someway, I've fallen in love with you. Yes…Miroku, I will marry you."

Miroku looked up and sputtered for a full 3 minutes before he could collect himself enough to speak. When finally was able to speak, he didn't tell her how happy he was or anything like that. He simply started to recite the words that would bind them together forever. Sango nodded her approval. Technically the ceremony was to preformed by someone else other than the groom. But since they were alone they had no choice. To Sango it didn't matter, Miroku had the right and power to bind them. He was a priest after all.

After he was done they both sat in silence. The silence was eerily unnatural since they were in a death hole. No wind, no sun, no sound of any kind. Other than the sound of their breathing. Sango took immense comfort in that sound. It made this place more bearable.

"So what now?"

Sango fidgeted under his cool gaze as he turned to look at her. A large smile brightened his face so much that Sango blinked. This was a true smile not one to make her think he was happy. He was smiling.

"Now I get to grope you and be a pervert legally."

Sango's mouth hit the ground. A bright blush fired on her cheeks as she turned her head sharply to the right. The nerve of that pervert!

She heard him move closer to her and she suddenly felt extremely nervous.

Turning her head to tell him off she was surprised as his hand caught her chin and his lips met hers in mid turn.

Surprise and annoyance was quickly replaced by something she had never felt before. Something she never thought she would feel for Miroku.

Sighing deeply she pressed against him allowing him to deepen the kiss.

Her arms somehow found their way around his neck holding him close to her.

Miroku's hands move to wrap around her waist, and for once she didn't tense with thoughts of his groping.

"Sango beautiful Sango. My wife…you don't know how happy you've made me, or how much I've wanted to say those words."

Miroku's mouth left feathery kissed down the side of her face to whisper in her ear.

Sango shuddered at the sensation and with closed eyes she tilted her head slightly to allow him better access. Gently he nipped at the lobe and continued downward with his kisses.

When he finally got down to her shoulder he gently moved her yukata over a little to kiss her shoulder. Sango stiffened a little but didn't stop him.

However he did no more and instead trailed his lips to her throat again and to her collarbone.

Sango felt her blood start to boil within her veins. At each point his lips touched a fire erupted burning her skin and making her yearn for more. She let him do as he pleased since she really didn't know what to do.

She had an idea of what married couples did…but it was just an idea. And most of those idea's had come from Miroku's pervert conversations during there journeys together.

What went on between the married had never concerned her much since she thought she would become married

Miroku's lips found hers again, this time the kiss was more heated than before.

She was slightly startled when she felt Miroku's tongue brush her lips. Her eyes opened with a snap. Miroku's tongue continued to softly tickle her lips almost begging to be let in. She grudgingly opened her lips to allow it.

She wasn't so sure about this.

Sango closed her eyes again as Miroku gentle explored her mouth. The sensation was much nicer than she thought it would be. She even shyly started to use her tongue as well. She could tell he liked that when Miroku moaned softly and pressed his body closer to hers.

Breaking the kiss his hands left her waist to softly cradle her chin thus forcing her to look at him. She blushed slightly as she saw an unnamable fire shining in his eyes.

A tiny smile touched his lips and he slowly moved to take off her yukata. Sango slightly frightened again tensed and had to fight the urge to slap him. She reminded herself that they were married now. It was his right to do these things.

He leaned back slightly so he could take in the almost top nude Sango in all at once.

Under her Yakata was a 'bra' thingy that Miroku suspected Kagome gave her. He had to admit the thing looked more comfortable that the normal bindings that women wore.

He reached and snapped one of the straps.

"A present from Kagome?"

Sango blushed even redder. She had forgotten she was wearing that underneath. When Kagome had given it to her she had been really…shocked and scandalized…but Kagome had somehow convinced her to try it. She said it would help in battle and not constrict her breathing like the other bindings did.

Not convinced but willing to try it Sango had put the thing on and wore one ever since. They were comfortable, and easy to move in.

Miroku moved one of the white straps until it fell off her shoulder and kissed the soft flesh there again. Sango moved her shoulder slightly; unsure of the feelings he was making her feel.

"May I?"

Sango suddenly realized his hands were behind her on the buckles. How in the hell the pervert knew how to take these things off was beyond her. She glared at him as thoughts of what poor Kagome had to deal with flashed though her mind.

Miroku chuckled and suddenly licked her ear. Sango gasped and shuddered as he continued to nuzzle it. Why did she feel like this when he got close to her ears?

She felt her bra suddenly give way. Without stopping his slow torture on her ear he removed the small piece of clothing.

Sango felt suddenly uncomfortable and stiffened. Even if it was ok for him to touch her there now she wasn't sure about it. The old Miroku kept rearing his ugly head in her mind. The old feelings wanted to come back.

Miroku surprised her by not instantly grabbing her. Instead she felt one of his hands on hers.

Miroku distracted her with a deep kiss as he took that hand and moved it.

Sango gasped and tried to break away when her own hand came in contact with her breast. However she couldn't pull away because Miroku's other hand was wrapped firmly around her shoulders.

Miroku's hand held on firmly to hers as he gently forced her fingers to touch herself.

She suppressed a surprised moan as her nipple instantly hardened under it.

Keeping her hand where it was Miroku's other hand slowly made its way around to cup the other breast.

Sango no longer wanted to slap him as his calloused hand caressed her breast.

It was a weird feeling…rough skin on one side and soft on the other.

Miroku gently pinched her nipple and that did make her moan.

She felt him smile though their kiss. That angered her slightly so in retaliation she nipped his lip, although not enough to really hurt, just to sting.

He pulled away although he kept his hand, and hers where they were.

"What do you think Sango? Was I right when I said how wonderful it was to touch these beautiful orbs of flesh?"

Sango's eyes widen and her blush…if possible turned redder.

"YOU! You pervert!"

"Hai yes I am…but only to you my love."

Miroku winked at her and lowered his head. Sango gasped and all words left her as his mouth latched onto one of her nipples.

Sango didn't know what to make of this. Sure she knew babies suckled from a mother's breast…but did husbands as well?

Sango shuddered in delight at the pleasure he was causing her. She didn't care anymore what was right and wrong…Miroku was making her feel…so…so…well she didn't have a word for this. But it was really nice.

Her free hand tangled itself into Miroku's black hair as her other one started to actively help Miroku play with the other one.

She bit her lip and moaned rather loudly.

Miroku she suddenly noticed wasn't wearing his outer robes anymore? When the hell did he take them off?

She looked down at his back and smiled. She could see the play of muscle in his back as he breathed and moved. Untangling her hand she traced his muscles with her fingers smirking as his skin twitched and Goosebumps rose where she touched.

Miroku left her breast and he started to kiss her again. This time however his lust made him a little more eager. His tongue fairly ravaged her beautiful mouth.

Sango more at ease with the kissing that before kissed back just as passionately.

He started to lean her back, and she allowed him to. Both hands went around his neck as he gently laid her on her back.

Sango started to feel nervous again as his kisses got lower. He kissed her neck, her chest…paying special attention to each of her breasts.

But when his lips left a fiery trail down her ribcage and stomach she fairly squirmed under him.

His tongue darted out surprisingly her as it flickered in a circular pattern around her belly button.

She felt weird, a strange longing that she couldn't place. She wanted something, something from him that she could only guess at. The fire that his soft kisses had started was burning brightly now in her stomach. It made her almost quezy as he continued this strange and slow torture.

"Miroku…"

Gently he started to take off the lower part of her outfit. Careful to go slow and easy so not to frighten her. He found it slightly amusing and sweet that the fearless Sango was so shy. However he knew that once she became familiar with the act of lovemaking with him that she would become a tigress, just like she was everyday.

The thought boiled his blood. But timid was nice to…right now he was feeling things he never felt before. Sure he had had sex before but never with a woman he loved. The simple things like kissing and just being close meant so much more now.

Lovemaking was truly for the ones you loved.

Miroku wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out. Sango was tempting his control like no other woman. He wanted her so badly it hurt to breath.

While taking off the last of her garments Miroku kept a careful eye on her hands. She had tensed a few times and he had sensed she was fighting with habit to strike him.

A lump on the head or a black eye was something he really didn't want right now.

He stopped, as finally she lay naked before him. It had taken a while to keep her from becoming frightened but the effect was stunning on him. Well worth the work.

She lay under him with a beautiful blush of passion on her beautiful cheeks.

Dear Kami she was so beautiful.

Leaning down as he was halfway on top of her Miroku nuzzled her ear again He smirked as he heard her gasp and felt her wiggle underneath him. Sango's ears were defiantly a g-spot for her.

Slowly while distracting her his hand made its way down her body. He memorized every curve and ever dip in her beautiful body.

His hand stopped on top of her womanhood. Slightly elevated so that he wasn't exactly toughing her yet.

He suddenly kissed her with passion, darting his tongue in again. At the same time his hand slipped within her folds. Sango would have gasped if he hadn't been kissing her. Once again he felt her stiffen and he was sure for a second he would get that black eye he wanted to avoid. However as his fingers started to work against he center she relaxed.

Sango didn't know where she was anymore. This was like nothing she had ever felt before. Miroku's fingers were working magic inside of her body. A strange tension that had to be released. Unable to stop herself her hips moved against his hand. Pleasure shot up her spine leaving her breathless.

"Beautiful Sango…are you ready for me? I don't think I can stand it anymore."

Sango's eyes widened as Miroku shifted so that he was right above her.

Fear tightened in her chest. The fear of the unknown, she suddenly was so sure about this.

She felt him kissing her neck again. Nuzzling it sweetly as he spoke comforting words to her. Once again she felt his hand find that secret place. She moaned and dug her nails rather deeply into his back.

"Don't be frightened. This is what love is beautiful Sango."

Sango nodded still feeling a little tense as she felt something strange move against her down there. She knew what it was…and what Miroku planned to do.

Tears gathered in her eyes as she pressed her mouth to his.

"I love Miroku. I trust you."

A suddenly sharp pain made Sango tense and nearly cry out. It was a pain like none other she had ever felt. It was sharp as a deep cut but didn't have that bad feeling to it like normal bad wounds had.

For a moment Miroku lay as still as a statue above her. She could feel his heart racing against her chest and his warm breath against her cheek.

"I'm so sorry Sango. I hurt you."

Sango didn't answer right away as she felt herself slowly adjust to this strange new feeling. It was a feeling of being full, but not full like you just ate. It was a strange fullness in the lower part of her belly.

Her body shook as she felt that fire suddenly reawaken with such a vengeance she thought she might die.

Suddenly she wrapped her powerful legs against his waist forcing him closer and thus deeper inside of her. She heard Miroku moan and gasp at the same time.

Sango: Damn it Miroku don't stop now. I…I…need…

She let her sentence trail off as she felt him start to move inside her. Her legs held him tighter as the tension came back. It was building inside of her. She feared that something was going to explode. But she didn't want to stop she wanted…this!

Grapping onto Miroku's shoulders her nails pierced his skin. Blood swelling a dripped down onto her as they strained against one another. Unable to help herself Sango found herself mindlessly grinding her hips in her lovers.

She felt him tense suddenly…and a second later, that tension exploded.

Pleasure so painful it was heaven ripped though her body. Sango opened her mouth to screamed Miroku's name, but she wasn't sure if she did. She couldn't hear anything over the roar blood in her ears. Her body shuddered in bliss and muscles she didn't even know she had tightly contracted around that part of Miroku.

Sango tightly closed her eyes so that she wouldn't be blinded by the blazing lights that flashed before her.

Miroku grunted and fell on top of her. She could feel his sweat and the stickiness of blood from the wounds on his back.

Sango gasped huge lungfulls of air. She felt faint and warm…so many things. She didn't understand have of them. But most of all she felt love, love to the man beside her.

Grunting Sango pushed him off her rather roughly. Miroku laughed breathlessly, he sounded as wore out as she.

Smiling he wiped some blood that had dripped on her chest off.

"Vixen. And here I was worried you would slap me."

Sango actually giggled and leaned into his chest. She felt so tired suddenly…she just wanted to sleep.

As they both fell into a magic induced sleep, and old yet powerful witch carefully placed them in a place they would be safe until they awoke.

The spell that had taken them to the land of darkness and saved her own life from the air rip had taken a rather large toll on her power. Even with the shikon jewel she felt like she could sleep for years.

Smiling she watched the now fully clothed lovers hold each other close.

Those two had been tricky as hell. The monks curse and the exterminators anger had kept them apart when normally souls like their would have bonded and loved already.

She sighed tired to the very pit of her bones.

She had to actual make them think they would die to make them see, and not only that she had to give the girl some temporally empathy powers so that she could break the mask of the monk.

Suddenly the witch giggled and twirled in the air.

This had been ever harder than the Hanyou and Miko! They had been ripe and ready so to speak for their love. This little job had several little quirks that she had to work out for them.

But as they say, 'no one said being a love witch was easy'.

She loved the challenge of her work and was sad that she had to sleep now. She wanted to have more fun!

Flying though the air the witch thought sad thoughts on how many human, Youkai, and the occasion Hanyou's would suffer without her around.

Suddenly her senses picked up something.

Smiling happily thinking maybe one more job before she slept was in order the now invisible witch flew down to observe the couple.

As she got nearer she cried happily as she saw the source.

A Youkai…one she knew well and had secretly been wanting to hit for years.

The witch pouted for a moment. This one would be tough…even worse than her last case. But the harder the case the more satisfaction she got.

But first she would have to sleep to regain her power. But she didn't mind she couldn't act on this right now anyway. Things were not right just yet.

Suddenly she brightened and allowed Sesshoumaru to see her.

She clapped her hands in joy as he recognized her and his face paled.

"YOU! You were the damn witch that made father fall in love with a human! This Sesshoumaru shall kill you for that!"

"I don't think so Sesshoumaru-chan! Heheh oh this shall be so fun…I have plans for you my dear cold hearted Youkai. Sadly I just came from a tough case and need to sleep first. But do not despair I shall see you in about 10 years."

With that the witch disappeared a half second before Sesshoumaru's poison claws hit her.

Cursing loudly Sesshoumaru looked around for the bitch.

She was gone.

"Stupid woman. I shall never fall for her tricks the way my father did. Come Rin let us leave this place."