InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Minoue ❯ Tango ( Chapter 48 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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AN: Thank you very much to inufan625 for acting as my beta once again. An additional thank you goes to Knittingknots for her help as well. I greatly appreciate the time they've taken to help make me a better writer and this a better story.

Minouewon Best Miroku/Sango Romance of 2008 at the InuYasha Fanfiction Guild, making it the second consecutive year it won that category for the Best of the Year. Thank you very much to each of you who nominated, seconded, and voted for it during the quarterly voting, and then to those of you who voted for it as Best of the Year. I'm truly honored by your support.

And also thanks to those of you that continue to read my story, and especially to those of you that take the time to leave a review. I read each and every one of them, and greatly appreciate those of you that took the time to leave one.

On a personal note, I'm not certain when the next update will be. I'm about to move 700 miles away, which means packing, moving, unpacking and getting settled, and everything else associated with moving. So, I hope you enjoy this double-length chapter. And never fear, I'm not abandoning the story - I just don't know when I'll have the opportunity to work on it again. Hopefully, it won't be too long.

Minoue

Chapter 48: Tango(Warning: Lemon)

As she promised, Sango met Miroku in his office each day so that he could drive her home or to the dojo, depending on the day of the week. He went to the dojo every evening for his work there, so they didn't get to spend as much time together as they had hoped. Fortunately, there were no classes there on Friday that he had to worry about, so they had plans to finally spend some quality time together. Miroku had to stay longer in his office on Fridays in case any students or their advisors needed to see him, but he assured her that they should be able to leave once his posted hours were over. However Sango was nervous as she approached the office door after her Friday classes. She had a summons to see the department head of Religious Studies and was worried what they might want to see her about. Not wanting Miroku to worry if she didn't arrive when she was supposed to, she went by his office first to tell him.

Sango knocked on the door and was met by silence. Puzzled, she tried it and found it unlocked so she pushed it open. She was surprised there was no sign of him but entered the office so that she could leave a note.

She'd set her bag down and was pulling stuff out to find a notepad to write him a message when she noticed an envelope with her name on it. Picking it up, she pulled out the letter inside.

Sango,

I've been called into an unexpected meeting. I'm not certain how long it will take. Please wait, and I'll be back as soon as I can.

Miroku

Furrowing her brow and not so certain that it was a coincidence that she was also being called out of the blue into a meeting, she quickly scribbled a note in return, telling him the same thing. Leaving the message where she'd found the one he'd left for her, she hurriedly stuffed everything back into her bag and rushed to find the location of the room she'd been summoned to.

Once she found the room she stopped in front of the doorway. It sounded like there were several people inside having a heated discussion. Hesitantly, she raised her hand and rapped on the door. It startled her when it was yanked open by a man she did not recognize, and she took a step back.

“Satou Sango?” he questioned.

She nodded in answer, and he gestured for her to come in.

Sango entered the room, which was one of the smaller classrooms and not often used. She glanced at the occupants, and the first one she noticed was Miroku, who looked as angry as she'd ever seen him. Her advisor Kaede was there along with the department head, Dr. Fujimoto, and his assistant who was the one who had opened the door. The three of them looked very serious. However, her eyes narrowed when she saw the other occupant of the room - it was one of the two girls that had tried to get her grade raised by offering her body to Miroku. She had a sneer on her face that made Sango want to walk over and slap it clean off. But instead she bowed towards the three seated in the middle of the front row.

“Please, have a seat,” Kaede said, indicating the chair in the front of the room facing them. “We have some questions for you.”

Sango set her purse and bag down and sat, placing her hands in her lap. “How may I be of assistance, Kaede-san?”

“Some serious accusations have been leveled against you,” Dr. Fujimoto declared. “However, we wished to hear your side of the story before we make any decisions. We have heard from Sensei Miroku already regarding this matter.”

“And what matter would that be, Fujimoto-san?” Sango questioned.

“That your high grade in the Buddhism in Japan class this past semester was the result of your granting sexual favors to Sensei Miroku,” the department head answered.

“I earned that grade,” Sango stated firmly. “I completed every required assignment to the best of my ability, and I studied and passed every test. Feel free to ask me anything you would like to about the subject.”

“That is not the point,” Dr. Fujimoto continued. “We are not prepared for an oral examination.”

Sango was having a difficult time remaining respectful, especially with the snide looks her former classmate was giving her. “Please forgive me then, sir. What is the point? I studied the material for the class, and I learned a great deal about Buddhism this past semester. Sensei Miroku did not ask for sexual favors, and I did not offer them. She, however,” Sango indicated the other girl, “did offer sexual favors in an attempt to get a passing grade. I was in the ladies' toilet when I heard her admit to everything. She had to have the course to graduate but had not done the assignments nor studied for her tests. She was going to fail.”

“She admitted this in front of you?” Kaede asked.

“She was talking to one of the other girls from the class. They didn't realize I was there,” Sango answered.

“There wasn't anyone in that bathroom!” the girl exclaimed. “You didn't see us in there.”

Sango looked directly at her. “No, I'll admit I was in one of the stalls - what I witnessed for myself was you and your friend trying to seduce Sensei Miroku in his office the afternoon following the exam. He turned you down and threw you out.”

Tanaka knew she was starting to lose her battle, so she screeched, “That was only because I knew you'd fucked him the weekend before! Instead of studying, you had another of your Saturday `dates' so you could make certain that you passed! Not only that, but you've met him in his office and then left with him every afternoon this week!”

They were all stunned when Kaede spoke up, “Actually, I can account for Sensei Miroku's whereabouts the Saturday evening the week before finals. And if my word isn't good enough, I'm certain we can call Nishimori InuYasha to testify on his behalf. I also believe you'll find that Higurashi Kagome can testify to Satou's whereabouts that same evening. While the two young ladies were studying together at the Higurashi Shrine, the two gentlemen went out for dinner. On their way home they happened to run into me. Since it was rather late, they saw me home and then stayed for tea. I can assure you that no sexual favors were exchanged.”

Sango tried not to laugh when Miroku started coughing rather violently. It was the first sound he'd made since she entered the room other than muttering under his breath.

The irate girl protested, “But what about the rest of the week since then? And who knows how long you've been meeting him secretly!”

“Actually, there is a valid explanation for that,” Miroku responded. When he was certain he had everyone's attention he continued, “I'm sure you are aware of the upcoming wedding of the Director of the National Art Center?”

Everyone nodded in response and Dr. Fujimoto asked, “What has that got to do with anything?”

“Satou is good friends with Higurashi Kagome, who is a member of the family who runs the shrine where the ceremony will be held. Ever since it was mentioned in the newspapers that she will help with the nuptials in the role of a shrine miko, reporters have been hounding her. In fact, someone in my very class actually called one of the worst of the tabloids and told them who she was and where they could find her when she leaves the campus each day to return home. Her apartment complex is on my way to the dojo where I teach in the evenings, so I've dropped her off every afternoon except for the days she goes there to train herself. Since she trains at the same dojo I teach at, it was only logical that I assist her as I can.”

“I can certainly imagine there are plenty of people who would like to find out more about that wedding,” Kaede mused. “Director Nishimori is one of Tokyo's most prominent citizens. I'm sure it would be easy enough to confirm your story.”

Once Kaede had finished, Sango added, “He and his fiancée had to help intervene with the more aggressive reporters. I can give you her cell phone number to verify my side of the story if needed. I'm certain you could also ask the other girl about the incident in Sensei Miroku's office the day of the exam - Kobayashi, I think?” She looked at Miroku and he nodded in confirmation, so she continued, “She was the other girl that was there. Also, Higurashi Kagome was with me when we went to his office together, and she saw the two of them there, half undressed, too. When the second girl realized that trying to bed him for a grade wasn't going to work, she went back, apologized, and begged for a chance to do the extra credit assignment. I couldn't help but witness that as well since it was in the middle of the corridor.”

“Though you did not ask for it, I can give you further corroboration,” Miroku spoke again. He walked over to the desk at the front of the room and placed his briefcase on it. Opening it, he pulled out a folder. “I happen to have the finals here. You can see for yourself the quality of work of my students. They're in order from the highest ranked to the lowest.” He went and handed the folder to Dr. Fujimoto and then stood next to Sango.

“That doesn't mean anything! He could have given her extra help before the exam! He could have told her what the questions were!” Tanaka protested loudly.

“Actually, if you had attended the review the week before, you would have had a good idea of what was going to be covered on the exam. Instead, you chose to skip class again.” Miroku moved over far enough to reach into his briefcase and pull out another set of paperwork. Handing it to the assistant he said, “Here is the attendance roster for the semester. You can see that not only did she not receive a passing grade on her tests and assigned projects, she did not attend class approximately half the time. She also made no attempt to complete the extra credit assignments. It is no one's fault but her own that she failed.”

The department head had flipped through the test papers until he reached the one at the bottom of the stack. Pulling it out, he opened it and just stared at the answer to the essay question. Rather than several pages of a detailed answer like what the other students had given, she had made a rather pornographic drawing and handed it in. He closed it and looked very solemn. “I think I've seen enough. Ms. Satou, I apologize for summoning you here and for this attack upon your character. Ms. Tanaka, we will have to hold a meeting with you and your advisor once we determine what course of action we should take. You made false accusations against both a fellow student and honored professor. I can think of nothing that would justify your behavior in this matter.”

He stopped when he realized that the accusatory student was storming out of the room. He sighed when the door slammed shut behind her. Turning to his assistant he said, “Make a note of everything and recommend expulsion unless there is some medical reason for her behavior, and if that it the case, she needs to be treated before returning to school here.” Facing Miroku and Sango again he continued, “I apologize. As I was about to say before we were so rudely interrupted, I also wish to extend an apology to you, Sensei Miroku. It appears that you were innocent in this as well. However, you should have reported the incident with the two girls that Miss Satou mentioned so there would have been a record of it.”

Miroku rubbed the back of his neck and looked somewhat sheepish. “I'm sorry, sir. But it's just not the kind of thing that's easy to discuss, and the other girl made a sincere apology and really did make an honest effort to bring her grade up to passing. I couldn't report one without the other.”

“Kaede-san, do you have anything you would like to add?” Dr. Fujimoto asked.

The old counselor couldn't help but to chuckle. “Perhaps Sensei Miroku should find himself a nice girl, get married and settle down. Maybe that would cut down on the number of female students focusing their fantasies on him.” She didn't add that she knew there were a few teachers that had set their sights on the handsome professor as well.

Miroku couldn't help but to grin. “Actually, I'm working on that.”

Kaede didn't miss the fact that Sango looked down at the floor and that her face was flushed.

“If there is nothing further,” Dr. Fujimoto stated, looking from one person to the next and saw everyone's head shaking a negative, “then this meeting is concluded. My assistant will write up the proceedings and send each of you a copy with my decision.”

Everyone stood and bowed. The head of the department and his assistant acknowledged the motion and exited the small classroom.

“Are you ready to go, San— Satou?” Miroku asked, correcting himself in front of Kaede.

“Might I have a moment of your time, Sango?” Kaede asked.

“Of course,” she responded, wondering what was next.

“I'll be in my office when you're ready to leave,” Miroku told her as he gathered his paperwork and returned it to his briefcase.

“All right, I'll be along shortly,” Sango responded.

Once the door clicked shut behind him, Kaede said, “That's quite a handsome ring you're wearing. May I see it?”

Sango hesitantly extended her hand towards her, not certain if her advisor wanted her to take it off or not.

Kaede responded by gently taking Sango's hand in hers that was grizzled with age and commented, “So, are you the young lady that he's working on settling down with?”

Sango couldn't help but to blush again, a little deeper than before. “Yes, but I never had sex with him before the final, no matter what that girl claimed.”

Kaede just raised an eyebrow in response and decided that maybe she didn't want her to qualify that answer any further. “Are you certain you know what you're getting into? He has quite a reputation you know.”

Sango couldn't help but to take a deep breath and sigh. “I know, but I've learned that he's an entirely different man than how the rumors portray him. I know he's been a player in the past, but underneath that roguish exterior he's an honorable man. He's treated me with nothing but respect and not only that, I've seen the kind of friend he is to Sensei InuYasha and even to Kagome. I think he may be a romantic at heart - you know he actually helped those two get together? And you should see him with the students at the dojo. He's very good, and they love him. He's been patient and understanding, and he hasn't pushed me into anything that I wasn't ready for. Not only that, but he's doing everything he can to help me try and get my brother back. When he proposed, I was so stunned I didn't know what to say. We still have things to work out, but more than anything he says he wants to support what I'm doing with my life and to try and help me find happiness. I hope that I can do the same for him.”

“So when did he ask you?” Kaede inquired.

“Saturday night. We were at the National Art Center of all places, courtesy of Sensei InuYasha's brother. It's about the only place we can go until the wedding is over with, thanks to the tabloid reporters.” Sango snorted indicating her disgust.

Kaede chuckled, causing Sango to raise an eyebrow in return.

“I just find it humorous you've agreed to marry a man I understand you've never been on a real date with. If I didn't know better, I'd think it was an arranged marriage,” the old advisor commented.

“Honestly, with all of the times we've been out together as a group over the last several months, I've probably learned more about him than I ever would have on just regular dates all of the time. You can discover a lot about a person by watching how they interact with their friends. Thanks to Sensei InuYasha and Kagome, I've been given the opportunity to learn quite a lot,” Sango responded.

“Aye, child, I'll bet you have,” Kaede agreed. “Now tell me - the other matter I wanted to ask you about was your nightmares. Have they been troubling you any more?”

“Sometimes,” she admitted. “But not as violently as they did when they first started. I know my brother is alive and that I have a chance to get him back and help him. Not only that, but you gave me a lot to think about when you said that I might not be able to see his face because in my heart, I couldn't blame him. I still can't see the face of the man responsible because I do not know for certain what he looks like. But the fact that I know who he is helps. It won't be much longer before we should have the chance to confront him. What about you? Did you get to see your daughter?”

Kaede sadly shook her head. “I did try to go and see her. In fact, that was where I'd been the evening I ran into InuYasha-san and Sensei Miroku. I've tried to reach her through her office, but she does not return my calls. For now I will have to pray to the kami to protect her since I have no way to warn her.” The old woman rose to her feet. “But enough of such gloomy conversation - I believe that Sensei Miroku is waiting to take you home. You should probably go before some other student tries to accost him in his office.”

Miroku was surprised to walk out of the small classroom and find InuYasha and Kagome in the hallway. InuYasha had his arms crossed in front of him and was leaning back against the wall near the door, meaning he'd probably overheard much of what had happened. Kagome was pacing up and down the corridor but turned and stopped when she heard him come out. After he closed the door behind him, she asked, “Is everything okay?”

Miroku was almost too stunned for words so he nodded numbly and asked quietly, “What are you two doing here?”

InuYasha snorted. “I started thinking after you called to ask me to hang around the office because you might need me. I decided it might be easier to come up here since I told you I'd be with Kagome, and you could call her cell phone.”

“Are you okay? Is Sango all right? Why hasn't she been allowed to leave yet?” Kagome interrupted. She couldn't hear through the wall like InuYasha could.

“Her advisor wanted to speak with her for a minute. Come on, let's move out of the hallway and go down to my office. I'd rather talk there if you don't mind,” Miroku suggested.

Miroku was filling in the blanks of what had happened before they arrived as well as the parts that InuYasha couldn't overhear for one reason or another when Sango knocked on the door before pushing it open.

“Sensei? Kagome?” she questioned, astonished to see them there.

“Come on in, Sango,” Miroku told her. “They came just in case they were needed, but fortunately it turns out they weren't.” He looked at InuYasha. “I'm sorry you wasted a trip down here my friend, though I do appreciate that you came just the same.”

“Feh. It was no trouble. Besides, I thought we could kill two birds with one stone. Sesshomaru suggested that we might all want to stay together this weekend. I talked it over with Kagome, and she agreed that it was a good idea. Since I have the room and I'm closer to the shrine than either of your apartments, I was going to ask you two bring a bag with you when you come to train tomorrow and then stay,” InuYasha offered.

Kagome added, “And Jii-chan would like for Sango and me to go through the ceremony with him Sunday. I think he may have a real couple for us to practice on.”

Sango's eyes widened. “But what if I mess up? I'd hate to ruin someone's real wedding. I…” her voice trailed away.

“Don't worry, it's really pretty simple. Jii-chan will have a run through with us Sunday morning,” Kagome assured her. “We can practice at InuYasha's house before we go. Miroku can fill in for the priest since the Buddhist ceremony is really similar.”

“Well, it should be since we basically ripped off the Shinto ceremony,” Miroku quipped. “It sounds like a good idea to me.”

“Okay. I hope you don't mind if I bring my laptop and some of my books with me. A couple of my new classes look like they're going to be killers,” Sango commented.

“I'm just glad they picked a Monday holiday to have this thing on. At least we're not going to miss anything because of it,” Kagome remarked.

“If everything's settled, we'll leave you two and head out,” InuYasha said. “We'll see you tomorrow at the dojo. Pack whatever you'll need for the rest of the weekend.”

Miroku grinned and looked at Sango once the door closed behind them. “You get the idea they wanted to be alone tonight?”

Sango blushed and glanced downwards. “Actually, I'm kind of glad.” She looked up to see the mischievous expression on his face. “I know we talked about going out, but after everything that happened, would you mind taking me home?” His expression faded and she continued, “I'd rather spend a quiet evening in and order some takeout. I have several things I'd like to talk over with you.”

Miroku's face brightened again when he realized she still wanted to spend some time with him. “Of course, my dear Sango. Should we go? I'd hate for Kirara to get worried and come looking for you.”

“Hey, Kirara,” Sango said as she entered her apartment, followed closely by Miroku. “Have you had a good day?”

The two tailed feline responded by mewing and weaving around her mistress' legs as she exchanged her shoes for her slippers.

Sango turned to Miroku, but forgot what she was going to say when she found his face impossibly close to hers. He quickly closed the little distance there was between them and hungrily assaulted her lips with his. His fingers threaded through her thick hair until they cupped the back of her head, gently holding her to him. The fingertips of his other hand delicately trailed from the base of her ear to her chin, sending chills down her spine as they traced her jaw line. He felt her hands clutching at his back, drawing him in as their tongues danced with one another. They tore away from each other at the sound of an impertinent meow from the watching firecat.

“What?” Miroku asked, looking slightly perturbed as he addressed Kirara.

Sango couldn't help but to giggle. “She's hungry. Come on. I need to feed her, and we should order something for dinner.” She couldn't help but to reach up to pat him on the cheek. “You're so cute when you pout.”

“I'm not pouting,” Miroku declared. “I've wanted to do that and have been waiting all week.”

“Kirara was afraid we might get too involved and forget her dinner,” Sango responded. “How do you feel about Chinese?”

Miroku furrowed his brow and looked confused. The first thing that popped into his mind was the pottery exhibit at the gallery.

“Food? Chinese food?” Sango prompted.

“Oh! Do you happen to know a restaurant that has Szechuan style?” Miroku asked. He was fairly certain she did, considering how much she liked spicy food.

“Of course.” She was digging through a drawer filled with take-out menus. “Like something a bit hot, would you?”

“I was already working on something hot before we were so rudely interrupted,” Miroku replied with a smirk.

Sango couldn't help but to blush, but she smiled just the same as she handed him a menu.

They were finishing their dishes of Orange Beef and Szechuan Chicken when Miroku decided to ask, “So, what did you want to talk to me about?”

Sango looked down at the ring on her finger and nervously played with it. “Let me clear the table, first.”

Miroku nodded and got up to help her move the dishes to the sink and then watched while she put the leftovers in the refrigerator.

“I'll just have to make sure to wash them before I leave tomorrow,” Sango commented, mostly to herself. Turning to her guest she took a deep breath and said, “Okay, let's go sit.”

“And talk?” Miroku questioned.

“And talk,” Sango confirmed.

“No reason why we shouldn't be comfortable,” Miroku commented as he sat on her couch, stretching his arm along the back and indicating he'd like for her to sit next to him.

She seemed so insecure, shy and innocent as she hesitantly sat down. Miroku let his hand wrap around her shoulder and scooted over just enough so that they were touching. Relaxing just a bit, Sango leaned into him.

They sat in amicable silence until Sango finally asked, “Do you remember that I said I had some things I wished to discuss with you before we were married?”

“Of course, my dear Sango.” Miroku fell silent and waited for her to continue.

“So you won't mind if I stay in school and finish my degree? Or if I find a job and go to work afterwards?” Sango questioned.

“I would expect no less from you. Unlike some girls, I know that you did not come here to school to try and land a husband, but that you actually have a goal for your life. I only want to support you in every way that I can,” Miroku said softly. “By the same token, I hope you accept that my schedule is kept rather busy between the college and the dojo. I'm sure InuYasha would understand if I wanted to cut back some on my hours there, but I enjoy it too much to give it up completely.”

“I wouldn't expect you to,” Sango responded. “I know it's part of who you are. Plus, you're very good. It would be loss for everyone if you stopped. Besides, I have a lot of work I have to do for the classes that are required for my degree. I would most likely use that time to study and work on research papers. So, what kind of wedding did you want?”

The sudden change in topic threw Miroku off. “Keh?”

Sango laughed softly. “You've definitely been hanging around Sensei too much. I asked what kind of wedding you were considering. I would think you would want a Buddhist one, but what if I wanted a Shinto or Christian ceremony? Or should we just go and register and declare ourselves married and let that be it?”

“I have to admit that I would like to take you to the temple where I was raised and at least be blessed by the monks there, but we can have whatever kind of ceremony you prefer. After all, doesn't the bride usually make that choice? I would completely understand if you would like to do something like have Kagome's grandfather marry us, and then later we could visit the monastery and ask for their blessing. People do it all of the time,” Miroku suggested.

“They do?” she asked.

“Yes, they do,” he confirmed as he gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Now, what else is on your mind?”

“Kohaku,” Sango answered.

“Ahhh,” Miroku uttered. Now maybe they were getting to what she was really concerned about. “You're worried about your brother.”

“I can't help it. I know if we're able to get him back, he will need to go back into the hospital. What I don't know is if he will have to stay there for the rest of his life, or if he might get out at some point. If they ever release him, he'll need help…” Sango's voice trailed away.

“Then we shall help him,” Miroku stated. “We'll make sure we have at least one spare bedroom so there is room for him. We'll do what we need to in order to get him back on his feet.”

“But what if he never does?” Sango whispered.

“Then we'll do whatever we need to. But let's think positively and not dwell on the worst that might happen. Hopefully, with proper treatment, he will make a full recovery and eventually be a productive part of society again. Otherwise, we'll deal with it when the time comes,” Miroku assured her. “He's the only family you have. And on that topic…” He stopped as he considered how he should approach the subject. “Sango, have you thought about having kids? I mean, do you want to?”

“Before… my injury… I'd always thought I'd like to settle down and have two children someday. I'll be honest though. I haven't really thought about it much since I left the hospital and started back to school. But I think that I would like to - just not right away.”

Miroku squirmed a bit uncomfortably. “Ummm… you know we weren't exactly `safe' last week…”

It took a minute for Sango to process what he'd meant. Her voice sounded strained when she asked, “You didn't ask me to marry you just because you're afraid I might be pregnant, did you?”

“No!” Miroku exclaimed. “I already knew that I wanted you to be my wife. It's just that… well… I know what it's like to be an unwanted child… or at least not by your own parents. I want any child of ours to feel wanted and loved…”

“Miroku, even if we have a child that wasn't planned, he or she will be loved and cherished,” she assured him. “But just so you know, I am on birth control - I have been ever since I was in the hospital.”

“You mean when you were… injured in the attack?” he gently prodded.

She nestled into his side, mostly hoping to hide the deep blush that had enveloped her. “Yeah. With the damage to my body and all of the emotional stress, I became… irregular. They put me on The Pill to help straighten out my hormones, and then I was able to change over to The Patch. I've stayed on it since they told me any time I'm under a lot of stress it could mess things up again. So as long as you don't have some STD you haven't warned me about, we should be okay.”

Miroku sighed in relief. “No, that won't be an issue. Thank you for telling me. I know it must have been hard.”

“Mentioning hard…” Sango whispered as she reached over and trailed her hand along the fly of his trousers.

Miroku gasped as he felt his lower region spring to life. “Sango, you don't have to…”

“I want to,” she said as she felt her inner fire ignite. “I've wanted to ever since you kissed me when we got home. Why do you think Kirara interrupted so I would give her dinner first?”

He laid his head against the back of the sofa, his mouth open as he gaped for breath like a fish out of water. His eyes were closed as he heard his zipper being lowered and then felt his hardening cock being pulled through the opening in his boxers. He couldn't help but to gasp as he felt her tongue hesitantly encircle the soft velvety head before it was completely engulfed in the hot wet cavern of her mouth.

Sango was surprised by her own brazenness as she pulled him into her mouth, but the anger she'd felt towards that girl had turned into sheer lust for Miroku. She wrapped her hand around his cock to gain more control as he arched his back, raising his butt off of the sofa. She took the opportunity and turned loose of him just long enough to yank his pants and boxers down to his thighs before drawing him back into her mouth. Working him with her tongue and lips, she managed to unbutton and unzip her slacks and push them along with her panties down to her knees and then off. She released him, causing him to open his eyes only to see her straddling him and lowering herself to him.

As much as he wanted to ask her if she were really certain, the intensity of her eyes and expression warned him not to break the spell. He used one hand to help guide his cock into her slick heat while the other tangled in her hair to cup the back of her head and pull her lips to his. His mouth aggressively assaulted hers as she started to ride him while his fingers that had guided his aroused flesh into her found her hardened nub and began to apply pressure. The sensations that she was feeling were overwhelming her and forced her to release his tongue that she had pulled into her mouth so that she could gasp for air. She pulled her shirt and bra off and tossed them aside before she threw her head back and let all of the pleasurable feelings wash through her.

Miroku didn't know what had come over her, but he was determined to give her everything she wanted and more. He turned with her so he could lay her back on the sofa and rest one knee on the cushion while the foot of the other leg found purchase on the floor. As his right thumb continued to rub frantically at her hardened and sensitive nub, the other cupped her butt. Sango had thrown her arms back to catch the arm of the couch and push against it, using it as leverage to hold her body in place as he pounded relentlessly into her seeking release for both of them.

She cried out as she came, causing her entire body to shudder with the force of her orgasm. Unable to hold back any longer, Miroku gave only a few more hard thrusts before he spilled himself inside of her. Panting, he collapsed over her and found his face nestled between her breasts. Leaving the one hand tucked underneath her buttock to gently knead it, he drew the other up and molded it around her breast, pushing the nipple towards his mouth.

As his length started to slip from her channel, he laved her breast with his tongue, causing the nipple to react once again. While he continued to tease the hardened peak by rolling it between his fingers and thumb or sliding his palm over it, he pulled the other breast into his mouth. Once that nipple had become taunt he moved his hand that had been tucked underneath her up and began to give it the same treatment as the opposing breast while he trailed kisses down towards her navel. It was then his turn to make her arch upwards off of the sofa when his mouth landed over her hot slit and clitoris. Gently at first, he drew his tongue upwards, tasting all of the intermingled juices that were still flowing out of her body. Upon hearing her gasp and her body rising off of the couch, he used his thumbs to pry her apart and dug in with his tongue. When he could feel her tightening up under his ministrations he drove three fingers up into her and used both his thumb and mouth to attack her clitoris and nub. Once he felt her begin to orgasm again, he kept her going with his hand until he quickly pulled out his fingers and stuffed his once again hard cock up into her.

This time he leaned over her, throwing her feet over his shoulders and bracing his hands on the sofa cushion on either side of her. He could feel her tight channel still rippling around him, attempting to milk him of his seed and draw it into her body. He was hitting a sensitive spot deep inside of her, and her gasps of pleasure drove him on. He cried out when he came, feeling an ecstasy that he'd never felt before as he released inside of her. Both exhausted and exhilarated, he helped her lower her legs from their place over his shoulders and then fell down on top of her, catching the bulk of his weight on his forearms. Easily sliding forward, he lowered his mouth to hers for another kiss, though this one was tender, slow and languid.

Their tongues brushed against each other as they explored each other's mouth while they remained intimately connected. When they finally were forced to pull apart for some much needed oxygen, Miroku opened his eyes and looked into hers.

He wasn't sure exactly what had happened, but it seemed that it was something that they each desperately needed. Sango gave him a tender smile as he reached up with one hand to sweep her bangs away from her face. After pressing a soft kiss to her lips, he rested his head on her chest. He was gently playing with her nipple when they fell asleep on the couch, intertwined together.

To be continued…