InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tea For Your Troubles ❯ Chapter 2: Clich� ( Chapter 2 )

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Miroku finds himself, reluctantly, fighting off an amorous ass grabbing Sango. What will happen when the tables are turned, so to speak, and Sango is the lecherous one?

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.15.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 412 | Status: Work In Progress

Tea For Your Troubles

Chapter 2: Cliché

Sango stared at the ceiling for a good 20 minuets just thinking, well fuming was more the word. Why does he have to be such a letch! She angrily thought to herself, we're supposed to be together, well not right now, but when the fight was over. She amended.

He promised himself to me! I want to be his;I just wish he'd act like we were together as a pair instead of flirting with every pieceof ass that came his way. You know what? She said to herself, I'm going to go give him a pieceof my mind.

She got out of bed, careful not to wake the sleeping miko beside her. The men were sleeping in the room next door to theirs, she crept quietly outside.

"Is something wrong with Kagome?" InuYasha inquired, nearly scaring Sango half to death.

"No everything is fine." She told him, and secretly smiled to herself when she saw him visibly relax at the news.

"Is Miroku asleep?" Sango inquired politely, to the half demon she knew would be able to tell.

"Yes." InuYasha replied curious at the question and why Sango was up in the first place. He had been resting outside the hut, an ear on the lookout for trouble, when Sango had startled him, appearing unexpectedly in the night.

Sango grinned wickedly, "good. Is he all alone?" InuYasha frowned at the devilish tint to the demon slayers "good" but replied that no one else was in the hut, Shippo had gone to sleep with the children and Kirara had gone with him. Sango grinned again, perfect he was all alone, I canreally give him a pieceof mymind.

"I'm going to go talk with the good monk, do you mind watching out for Kagome while I'm gone? I wouldn't want her to wake up all alone." She elaborated, hoping the walls were thick enough not to wake the sleeping miko, or anyone else for that matter. InuYasha nodded in reply, still puzzled by the demon slayers actions, but secretly glad he would have some alone time with Kagome, even if she was asleep.

He loved watching her sleep, loved seeing the peaceful expression on her face, sometimes he was rewarded by a dreaming smile. He loved hearing her quiet breathing, watching the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest. He shook his head as if trying to clear a fog trying to stop himself thinking of her perfect breasts lightly rising and falling with each breath.

He hadn't noticed Sango leave, just as quietly as she had come, too caught up in his internal world, and was surprised to see himself standing alone outside with a dopey grin on his face. He shook his head again, this is why you're such an idiot, he thought to himself, then left to go "keep guard of Kagome."

Meanwhile Sango had crept quietly into Miroku's sleeping quarters. She stood above the sleeping monk and for a moment a tender look came across her face as she thought of brushing the hair out of his eyes. That look was gone almost as soon as it had come as she remembered the reason she had come here in the first place. Revenge.

She stood legs on either side of him, arms on the sleeves of his robes. "Miroku!" She yelled, waking the monk instantaneously. He bolted upright but found his arms were pinned, successfully keeping him in place. He blinked, not quite sure of what he was seeing. Sango was standing over him, shooting death daggers at him.

"Sango my dear why don't you sit down and we can talk about whatever bothering you like two responsible adults."

"Sango my dear?!" She asked half yelling, "How dare you call me your dear when you're off cavorting around with every piece of ass that comes your way!" She demanded. "I don't want to sit and talk like responsible adults I want to scream and yell, I want to punch and slap, I want to have your babies." She yelled, then, wait what did I just say? I didn't mean to say that, did I?

Wait what did she say? Miroku was thinking as well. He had found himself getting progressively more turned on with every second. He couldn't help it; to begin with he had been having a steamy dream of Sango, and then woke to find her standing over him.

She didn't realise how beautiful she was, more so when she was angry. Her cheeks got flushed; her breathing sped up, causing her breasts to heave seductively. It didn't matter that the anger was usually followed by a slap to the face, because curiously that seemed to happen less and less often, and when it did it sometimes seemed like she wasn't really putting herself into it.

He then realised that there had been complete silence in the room for well over a minuet. Each of them consumed with their inner dialogue. Sango seemed to notice this at the same time as Miroku, the flush colouring her cheeks turned from a flush of rage, to embarrassment. "I shouldn't have come." She stated embarrassedly and started to leave.

Fortunately she slipped on the monks robes as he franticly bolted upright, trying to stop her. She found herself falling backwards, her stomach rising as if trying to escape. Again fortune favoured them, as Miroku caught her mid rise. He was now kneeling, holding her bridal style. "Sango." He whispered, his face inches away from hers.

She blushed furiously, then finally the tea kicked in. "Miroku." She cried and threw herself at him, if one could throw themselves at someone holding them. She began passionately kissing him, trailing kisses along his jaw line and down his throat. Miroku, who was temporarily frozen, bolted into action when he found his clothes being furiously untied by Sango. He tried to still her hands, but failed.

"Sango." He said, his voice a mix of emotions, lust, concern, lust. She shushed him with a kiss, her hands running across his now uncovered chest. He moaned into her mouth as she shifted her position to straddle him, grinding her clad sex with his own. This is wrong, the little voice in the back of his head told him.

Her hands had successfully removed the top half of his robes, leaving him naked from the waist up. This is wrong, his inner voice repeated as she began trailing hot wet kisses down his chest, lower and lower. How can this be wrong when it feels so right? He asked his inner voice, who just tsk tsked at him in reply. He growled frustrated, but conceded to his inner voice. I'll try to stop her one more time, he said to himself. But that's it! He yelled to his inner voice who just shrugged in reply, if inner voices could shrug.

AN: people liking so far? If not I'm completely open to flames, as long as they're constructive flames. Next chapter thing start getting, well look at the rating, you can figure it out ;) So please review, if you like or hate, doesn't matter to me I just like feedback. Check out my other stories as well, thanks to all you people who have read and especially to those who have reviewed.

P.S Like the title? In case you didn't get it, the cliché part referred to Miroku thinking the “it can't be wrong when it feels so right” thing

P.P.S finally finished watching the "final act." all I've got to say is noooooo! I read a bunch of fics where it talks about Kagome being absent for 3 years, I thought this would kinda be a critical element, guess I was wrong. Half an episode. Half an episode?! Sure I liked the ending but still! I'm so glad there's such things as fan fictions, cause there was a lot of action that needed to take place, but I guess they would have to air after midnight on the porn channels if that were the case. Oh well enough of that. I guess I'll finally get around to watching the movies to keep the creative juices flowing. Thanks again ^_^