InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ No Ordinary Love ❯ I Keep Trying For You...I Think Sango is Trying ( Chapter 32 )

Chapter 32

 

I Keep Trying For You…I Think Sango is Trying

 

Shippo was sitting dejectedly in front of Kaede's house with Kirara. The little neko rubbed against his legs, trying to cheer him up. Despite Kaede's reassurances, he felt like he had been forgotten by his friends. Why hadn't Sango and Miroku returned? Somehow he did not believe something had happened to them. It must be because he was just a kid, and whatever was going on up there, they didn't want to involve him in it.

 

“Shippo!” Kagome called, as the house came in to view.

 

“Kagome, you're back!” said the kitsune exuberantly, and jumped up to go meet her and InuYasha.

 

Kagome opened her arms and the kitsune jumped in them. Frowning in annoyance, InuYasha shook his head and made a sound of disgust.

 

“Are you going to be okay?” Shippo asked. “And where are Sango and Miroku?”

 

The miko ruffled Shippo's hair and smiled. “Yes, I'll be all right now. Sango and Miroku have to stay with Masahiro for a while.”

 

“Why?” said Shippo in astonishment.

 

“Um, it's kinda hard to explain,” Kagome answered, laughing a little.

 

“Everyone is alright, so leave it alone, brat,” InuYasha said peevishly.

 

“Then why aren't we all together again?” Shippo whined.

 

“There are some important things the four of us must work on together,” said Kagome as they continued to walk towards Kaede's house. “But right now, InuYasha and I must return to my time.”

 

The kitsune visibly drooped. “You mean you guys didn't come back to get me?”

 

“We told you we are working on something important!” InuYasha steamed, clenching a fist. “When we are done, we'll come back and get you!”

 

They were back at Kaede's house, and the old miko walked out the door and greeted them.

 

“Ah, InuYasha, Kagome,” said Kaede looking at them appraisingly, “have ye finished your training then?”

 

Kagome blushed and smiled, while InuYasha blushed and looked away with an incoherent mumble. Shippo chose this moment to jump out of Kagome's arms.

 

“They are going back to Kagome's time,” Shippo whined petulantly. “And now Miroku and Sango have to stay with Masahiro!”

 

This took Kaede by surprise, and she stepped back and looked at Kagome and InuYasha in astonishment. Then the canny old miko closed her eyes a moment and shook her head.

 

“And whose idea was this?” Kaede said. “Don't tell me Miroku somehow convinced Sango to study with Masahiro.”

 

The hanyou had been looking away from the group, his hands in his sleeves, but at Kaede's words, suddenly started to grin. With a small, uncertain laugh, Kagome raised a hand and rubbed her forehead, trying to think of how to respond in front of Shippo. But she didn't have to, InuYasha decided to answer for them.

 

“Oh, I wouldn't say he has convinced her of that yet,” he said evilly. “The stupid monk has his work cut out for him - but I did try and help!”

 

This made InuYasha start to laugh again. Kagome closed her eyes and huffed, shaking her head in exasperation. What had gotten in to him recently? All this Tantric work has either addled his brain, or he's discovered a whole `nother side of his personality. What was worse she couldn't be sure; the old angry InuYasha or the new one with the wicked, prankster streak. Either way, she was stuck with him, because he was her hanyou and she couldn't help but love him anyway.

 

“Come on InuYasha,” said Kagome. “I want to get home before it gets much later.”

 

“Do you have to go so soon?” Shippo said plaintively, pouting and looking up at Kagome with round, sad eyes.

 

“Yeah, we have to leave, so just deal with it, squirt,” InuYasha growled in his old, blunt fashion. “We just stopped to see you so you would know Kagome was all right.”

 

“Don't worry Shippo,” said Kagome kindly. “What's a few days? We will all be together again before you know it.”

 

The kitsune sighed, kicking the ground and looked at his feet. “Okay…”

 

Kagome bent down and gave Shippo one last hug.

 

“Let's get going already,” said InuYasha. “We can make it back in time for dinner.”

 

InuYasha was really looking forward to one of Mrs. Higurashi's dinners, so without further ado, he picked Kagome up and leaped away. The miko just barely had time to smile and wave good-bye to Shippo and Kaede, who stood together and watched them leave.

 

oOo

 

A feeling of peace filled Masahiro as he knelt in the dirt of his garden. The nurture of plants was always relaxing to him. The feel of the dirt in his hands, the smell of things green and growing around him kept him centered and connected with the world; a part of the greater whole of life. And today, he did not have that incorrigible hanyou to deal with. Yes, it was a very good day.

 

Back in the house, Miroku sat with Sango in the Tantric sex room. They had just finished some deep meditation and visualization exercises, and Miroku felt they needed to talk before going any further.

 

Sango opened her eyes, and Miroku took her hand in his, trying to gage her mood. Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

 

“Sango, do you think you can tell me about what happened in this room yesterday when you were here with Kagome?” Miroku said, looking at her with a serious and concerned expression.

 

“Why do you want to know?” asked Sango, coloring slightly.

 

Miroku didn't know how to tell her why he needed to know. That hanyou friend of theirs and his remarks still had him worried. How did he ask her how she had felt watching Kagome being made love to by InuYasha - even though the hanyou wasn't physically there? Had this scared her? Would it turn her off from giving into her burgeoning desire?

 

“Watching Kagome while InuYasha was visualizing making love to her had to be very strange,” Miroku said slowly. “I guess I was just wondering how that may have made you feel.”

 

Sango shrugged and shook her head, thinking.

 

“What you are really asking me is…” she replied thoughtfully, “did watching Kagome turn me off to having sex?”

 

That surprised Miroku, and he startled a little, sitting up straighter and raising his eyebrows.

 

“Truthfully, I was scared a little, it was very strange to watch,” said Sango. “But no, I was not turned off by it.”

 

With a smile, Miroku visibly relaxed.

 

“So, are you ready to do some yoga exercises with me?” said Miroku brightly.

 

“Yes, I think so.” Sango responded.

 

“Traditionally, yoga is done in the nude,” said Miroku matter-of-factly.

 

Smiling, Sango stood up and started to get undressed, and Miroku followed suit. Soon she was completely naked, and he stood wearing only his fundoshi.

 

“Um, are you going to keep that on?” Sango said, looking him directly in the eye and smirking a little.

 

“Uh, I guess not,” said Miroku, smiling back at her.

 

Soon, he was as naked as she was, and they stood side by side while he led her in the sun salutation. They repeated it three times, and then Sango turned and walked up to him until their bodies almost touched, and gazed up into his face.

 

“When you gave me that Tantric sexual massage, I experienced a pleasure I could never have imagined,” she said softly.

 

“I'm only glad that I was the one that gave that to you,” said Miroku, hardly daring to move, and barely breathing in anticipation of what she was getting at.

 

“Can I…reciprocate?” she asked shyly, blushing.

 

“What…” Miroku breathed, and then gasped as she ran her hands down his chest, past his stomach, and tentatively into his groin.

 

Unable to control his arousal, he started to get hard as her fingers slowly reached the root of his cock. Closing his eyes, he shivered slightly as his erection grew under her touch. Tracing her fingers down his quickly growing shaft, Sango bit her lip, wondering what to do next. Suddenly he popped up fully erect and sprang into her palms, and Miroku gasped again as her hands encircled it. A flash of intuition suddenly told her what to do, and she began to stroke him in her hands. He nearly buckled under her touch, hardly daring to breathe as she gripped him firmly in both hands and pumped him from head to root.

 

When Miroku felt his orgasm was imminent, he removed her hands and gripped himself so he wouldn't come all over her. Then he stood there panting, and slowly opened his eyes. Sango was looking very pleased with herself, and smiling. Miroku picked her up in his arms and crushed her to him, her arms going around his neck.

 

“Thank you,” he breathed. “You didn't have to do that, you know.”

 

“I know,” Sango replied, “but I wanted to…I love you, Miroku.”

 

A silly grin was on Miroku's face at her words, and he couldn't help it.

 

“I love you too Sango, my fiancé,” he said softly.

 

They looked into each other's eyes a moment, and then kissed, very deeply and tenderly.

 

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