InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Second Kiss ❯ Second Kiss ( Chapter 1 )

Second Kiss

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Sango leaned over and propped her elbow up on her knee, resting her chin in her palm as she stared at Miroku's sleeping face. She was sitting in a chair beside his bed, watching over him like a guardian angel as he peacefully slept, unaware of the turmoil he'd thrown his loved ones into.

Stupid boy. Getting into a car crash like that and scaring everyone half to death. He'd only received a few cracked ribs and a broken leg, which was a miracle in itself. His car was totaled.

It was one of those situations you always heard about but never really imagined they could happen to you. Sango felt as if she'd been jolted awake from a deep sleep. Miroku? Nearly killed? Happy, flirtatious, exuberant Miroku had nearly disappeared from the earth? Her throat clogged at the thought that he might have left her… and she would have never told him about her feelings.

So she was a coward. She'd admit it. She'd always been shy and that shyness intensified around males. To tell a crush of her feelings was laughable. She could get hurt.

Sango had never considered herself to be juvenile, but looking back on the absurdity of her cowardice, she was tempted to laugh. She'd been afraid of…what? Rejection? Pity? The worst Miroku could have done was reject her. Then what? She'd move on.

She cared about him enough to tell him of her feelings. The fact that her heart had nearly stopped at the news of his accident was proof of that. And she was sitting by his bed. Watching him sleep.

Okay, well, that proved nothing. Just that she was content to be with him. But regardless…

She'd resolved to tell him. When he wakes up, she promised. When he wakes… aw crap, he's waking up! Maybe…maybe I'll tell him tomorrow. Yeah. He's traumatized, he probably doesn't want to hear my sappy love declaration…

Sango quickly rose from her chair, preparing to tiptoe out of the room… and then Miroku opened his eyes.

"Sango?" he said, sounding surprised but oddly happy. "What are you doing here?"

"Watching you, silly. I came to see how you were, after you decided to scare us all with that almost-dead stunt of yours."

He smiled a little. "Sorry."

"You'd better be."

He looked at the chair, and then back up at her. "You're leaving?"

Was. "No," she lied, sitting back down. "Just coming in."

"What luck."

Indeed. "What hurts?"

"Everything." He smiled crookedly. "But that's okay. They'll dope me up in another hour or two with those tranquilizers."

"You poor baby."

"Kiss it better?" He winked.

She studied him. "Exactly which part am I supposed to kiss?" When a slow grin crept over his face, she hastily said, "Never mind. I regret asking." On a whim, she stooped forward and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

He looked mildly surprised. "Sango, I didn't think you had it in you. I was referring to the cheek, but lips were even better."

"Glad you enjoyed it. That was my first kiss you know."

"It was your first?" He sat up straight in bed, his bare chest visible. "Sango!"

"What?"

"You wasted your first kiss on a chump like me?"

"I'd rather not like to think that I wasted it," she said indignantly. "So be grateful."

"And you call that a first kiss? That wasn't a real kiss."

"…whatever you say, Miroku…"

"C'mere." He beckoned her closer, stopping her when she was inches away from his face. "I have to redeem myself."

Her eyes widened and she unconsciously moved back a bit.

"Unless you don't want to…" His eyes saddened a bit.

"I just… want it to be meaningful."

"It will be."

"No-I want you to mean it."

"Who says I won't?"

"I do!" She pulled back, annoyed with herself. "Don't kiss me out of pity."

"No action that includes `Sango' would be even remotely classified as pity."

"Sweet talk."

"Yes ma'am."

She sighed and leaned forward again. "So are you going to redeem yourself or what?"

He hesitated. "You sure?"

"Yes."

He needed no more prompting. He closed the distance between their lips, the kiss a gentle caress. A small sigh escaped her and she closed her eyes, leaning into the kiss.

They stayed like that for an indefinite amount of time-his lips moving sensuously with hers, she responding in kind.

They finally broke for air, pulling back at the same time. Miroku rested his forehead against hers, his dark eyes drawing her in. "Was that any better?" he whispered.

"Yeah…" she replied, just as softly, smiling a bit.

"So look's like your lucky number's two," he said, smoothing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Does that mean I'll have to ask you out twice before you accept?"

A large smile broke across her face, leaving Miroku breathless for a moment.

"I dunno," she said. "How do you know three's not my lucky number?"

Catching on quickly, he grinned back at her, touching a quick kiss to her lips before capturing them once again. Then two more.

She'd gambled. And won.

Perhaps two was her lucky number…

© Misa Lésprit

2004.12.27