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Sloppy Seconds	By : CutiePieHentai Category: InuYasha > General Views: 23931 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Total fluff alert. It may be OOC, but keep in mind, despite the hentai-ness of our favorite houshi, he and Sango are a little more able to express their feelings. A little. They don�t have a dead woman trying to break them up, after all�.Oh! And Hey! I want some reviews darn it!
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Behind the southern mountains, the shadows stretched, creating monsters out of trees and faeries out of the falling leaves. Sango hugged her arms to her body as the wind picked up, sending a chill up her spine. Miroku seemed unfazed by the wind, but the combination of his many layered robe and the fact that Sango acted as a barrier for the wind, blocking the brunt of, may have had something to do with it. From his place behind her on Kirara, he noticed the chilled state of his companion.

�Sango, may we stop and take a rest, perhaps to warm ourselves by a fire?� Miroku asked, knowing full well that her own stubbornness would delay her from suggesting a break herself, regardless of her own discomfort.

�Aa.� She said, silently grateful for his suggestion. Sango maneuvered the firecat closer to the ground and the trio alit in a small clearing before turning to grab their packs off of Kirara. Sango shivered again as another breeze swept through the valley.

�I�ll go look for some firewood, Lady Sango.�

Sango nodded in reply as she searched through her bag, retrieving a pack of beef jerky and another of granola, both conveniences from Kagome�s time. Kirara transformed into her smaller form before sprinting off to play with Shippo. Sango absently munched on the granola and handed the jerky to Miroku when he returned, minutes later, with an armload of kindling.

The monk soon had a small fire going and took a seat on the ground next to Sango, sharing his warmth with her. The chewed in silence, each dwelling on their own thoughts, until Miroku folded his bag of jerky and cleared his throat, �Sango, you�ve been rather quiet since we left Kaede�s. Is there something you wish to talk about?�

Sango stared at the flames and shrugged, taken aback by the concern in Miroku�s voice. She turned her head slightly and studied his profile, looking for the answers to questions she had yet to form. Miroku�s face began to flush, though from the fire or from her gaze, she was unsure. �Houshi-sama, what�s to become of us�when this is finished?�

A loaded question to be sure. �Us? All of us, Sango? Or you and I?�

Sango turned back to the fire, shaking her head, �I don�t know. Both, I suppose.�

�Has this been troubling you long?�

Sango nodded, �Hai. So much is uncertain. Kagome-chan is so sure we will be successful. She is so optimistic that we will not fail. She�s decided that since there are no youkai in her time, Naraku must have been defeated. But we do not know that it is by our hand he is slain. And Inuyasha fears nothing is is convinced that defeat is not an option. But�even if we are successful�what then?�

�Lovely Sango, life is not certain.� Miroku studied his hands, idly playing with the beads that wrapped his covered palm, �I worry daily as my kazanaa consumes me, but I could just as easily drown in my bath tomorrow. I cannot dwell on what I do not know, trusting in Buddha to give me the strength to fulfill whatever is my lot.�

�Aa. True. But, still I worI waI was raised in my village, following in the path of my ancestors and devoting myself to that way. When it was taken from me by Naraku�s hands, I began living for revenge. To see the downfall of he that took it all away. Am I fighting for their lives? Or for the loss of my own?� She shook her head as a single tear traveled to her chin. �But if we are victorious, what will I do then? I have no village, my revenge would be complete, I am not suited for the role of a meek wife. What would be my driving force? What will I do?�

Miroku turned to face Sango and was surprised by the uncertainty and fear he saw in her normally resolute and courageous eyes. He raised a hand and stroked his finger along her jaw, wiping away the wetness that had stilled there. �You worry so much over the future. Over tomorrow, next week, next month, next year. What about today. Now? What will you do now?�

Sango did not turn away from him but cast her eyes towards the fire, frowning. A bitter edge cut her voice, �Is that why you chase after women so much, houshi-sama? Because you live for tow?�ow?�

Miroku released her chin and resumed fidgeting, fisting his hands in his robes and wringing the fabric. He pondered a moment, �Perhaps� Honestly? I never gave much thought as to why. I always blamed it on my need for an heir.� He shook his head, �I don�t know if that�s all there is to it, though.�

It was Sango�s turn to stare at the monk, �What do you mean? You may actually have a reason for being a pervert?�

Miroku took a deep breath and for the first time, Sango noticed the deep pain in the monk�s eyes. She felt a stab of guilt. He had wanted to comfort her and it seemed that she had only managed to share her melancholy.

�My lovely Sango, how do you feel when you fight? When you wake in the morning to feel the warmth of the sun on your cheek? When you embrace your closest friends? When you smile or when you cry?�

Sango did not answer. How could she? It wasn�t exactly the kind of question one pondered on a daily basis, �I�I don�t understand.�

�Sango, it has been so long since I felt alive. Really, truly alive. I have memories of the feeling. A longing perhaps, of what I should feel. But I have been under the cloud of my own impending demise for so long that I have nearly forgotten how to live. I have forgotten the color of the world. I see only the light and the dark. Few things evoke a strong emotion in me any more. Perhaps that is why I am a lecher�.When I elicit a response from those I proposition, I can see the passion, of one form or another. When I enjoy your curves,� She blushed and he smirked before turning serious again, �The pain you deal in punishment is something I feel. Surely, to at least feel pain is to feel something. Something, anything, is better than nothing.�

�Houshi-sama��

Miroku shook his head, as if to say that now that he was talking, he needed to finish, while he still had the courage to do so. �Do you know why I asked you to be my wife, Sango? Do you remember when I asked you�after the battle with the oni women? Do you know why I asked that of you and no others?�

Sango shook her head, though she was certain it was a rhetorical question that he was going to answer whether she responded or not. Miroku took her hand in his and grasped it while looking into her eyes like a man pleading for his very life, his very soul. And Sango began to feel as if that was exactly what he was doing. �My lovely, beautiful, strong Sango�� She blushed prettily but did not turn away. He repeated, �My beautiful�I asked you because�you make me feel. For the first time in so long. When I grope you or spy on your bath, I feel pain, yes, but also a part of me feels guilty. When Kagome-chan has returned, or she and Inuyasha fight, or Shippo entertains you, or you simply find something beautiful, and you laugh and shout and smile, inside, I remember happiness�joy. When you fly into a fight, your eyes blazing and a battle cry on your lips, it fills me with hope. And when you remember your village, or your brother, or another innocent who has been unjustly wronged, and I see your unshed tears, my heart weeps. In short, Sango, you make me feel. I am more alive when you are near. No other woman has that affect on me. Yes, it is true that I should keep my hands to myself more. And perhaps I should think more of the future, of the consequence of my actions, but when you are near, there is only right here, right now.� Miroku leaned forward and gently brushed his lips, feather soft, across hers before pulling away.

Sango�s eyes fluttered closed and she found herself disappointed with the shortness of the contact. She looked at him questioningly, �That�s it? You grope me for three years and when I don�t slap you, that�s all you do?�

Miroku pulled away and stood, shaking his head, �That is what I felt at the moment. That and only that. You looked so�sweet. I wanted just that kiss. If something happens to us in the future, or you later change your mind about being my wife, I will always have that memory.� Miroku stepped away from her and turned, walking into the forest.

Sango felt torn, strangely comforted yet pained for Miroku; touched by his words and the sincerity in his praise of her, yet pondering his unexplained, yet almost reverent, forwardness. She brought her fingertips to her lips. They still tingled from his light contact. She licked her lips to moisten them and could almost taste him. She broke down then, all of her emotions battling at one time. She laughed and cried and questioned her own sanity.
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Miroku escaped into the forest, fearful lest he say or do anything more. He�d always kept a calm exterior, hiding his own torment with jokes and inappropriate actions. Now, he wondered why he had opened himself so. It was cathartic, he grated that, but unnerving nonetheless. He�d meant to only listen, to comfort as is training dictated and then continue their journey. Instead he was afraid he had burdened her with his own troubles while quelling none of hers.

Still, he found as he walked in reflection through the silence of the trees, it had felt good to share himself with her in that way. It had felt good to finally let someone else know his hopes and fears. It had felt good to let someone see something beneath the exterior of his religious training. And it had felt good to finally let her know just how deeply she moved him. There was no denying that he lusted for her. So far as he was concerned, no man with eyes could fail to appreciate the swell of her bosom or the curve of her hips. No man with a mind could ignore her spirit. But sometimes, he needed her so badly it hurt. He lusted after so much more than her shapely buttocks. As nice as they may be.

The sound of a twig snapping broke his reverie and he stopped, mid-stride, to listen to his surroundings. He became acutely aware of the fact that he had wandered from camp in such a state that he was unsure as to how far he had traveled.

�Houshi-sama?� Miroku breathed a sigh of relief at the voice that reached his ears.

�Over here!� He called loudly.

Sango appeared from behind a tree. �Houshi-sama, why did you leave?�

Miroku smiled warmly at her, � I apologize, Lady Sango. I merely needed a moment to medicate. But if you missed my nearness so much, I would be happy to oblige you by sharing my futon tonight to alleviate your discomfort. Merely out of concern for your well-being, of course.�

Sango�s eyes turned stormy and she frowned. Taking a step closer, she reached out hesitantly to grab his hand in hers. �A moment to meditate, houshi-sama? Or a moment to reconstruct the walls you hide behind?�

Miroku�s smile faltered and his eyes dimmed. Heaving a deep breath he brought her hand to his lips and kissed the knuckles, never removing his eyes from the lock they held with hers. �Forgive me, Sango. I fear I have been a terrible friend to you earlier. I burdened you with my own troubles. My intent was to help you with yours.�

�Is it not the duty of a wife to aid her husband, as well?�

�Do you mean it?�

Sango�s eyes closed as she willed herself to speak. The battle inside her own body was far worse than any youkai she had ever faced. �Miroku�� She heard him gasp but did not open her eyes, not trusting the fragile bit of courage she had built up, �Miroku, you did help me.�

�How?� He interrupted. She shook her head to silence him as had earlier done to her.

�I was feeling pity. Pity for myself, for everything that has happened. I have left it inside for so very long. You and I are not so very different. And that helped me. I am not alone. I am not alone in my fears or uncertainty. And you made me realize�you are right. I do worry too much about the future, forgetting about the present and what I have here. And�if you will still have me�I would still be your wife when this is finished.�

The words barely escaped her lips before she felt pulled into Miroku�s embrace. With his cheek pressed to hers and his lips near her ear, he whispered, his breath raising goosebumps on her flesh, �Of course I still want you. I may be a lecherous man, but I am not stupid. I can see when I have something within my grasp worth having. Something I may not be even worthy of having. But I want it, just the same. I want you, just the same� Miroku paused, now noticing the trembling of the woman in his arms, �Sango? Are you cold?� She shook her head against his shoulder. �But you are shaking.�

�I..I�m nervous.�

Miroku placed his hands on her shoulders and softly leaned away from her to look at her face. �Nervous? Why?�

She barely whispered, �I want to live for the now.�

Miroku noticed, then, that Sango had not brought her boomerang with her. He noticed, then, that as she had been pressed against him, he did not feel her armor beneath her kimono. Realization struck him as he watched a bead of anxiety-induced sweat travel from her temple to her chin before falling between the softly opened folds of her yakata.

�Sango, please, do not tempt me in this way. I may be a monk, but I am first a man.�

Sango raised her eyes to look at him finally and could see the conflict on his face. �Gomen. I should return to camp. I�I am not like the women you are used to�I am inexperienced and�I�I�m sorry.�

Miroku brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face. �Sango, first, I am not nearly as experienced as you take me for.� She raised an eyebrow. �Really. I am�how should I put this�book learned.�

�You�re�you�re?� She choked out, suppressing the urge to laugh as he revealed himself to her.

His face fell. �Hai. In all actuality, I could never bear the thought of leaving a child in this world without a family. A real family. I have held onto the hope that I could find and defeat Naraku before I needed to seriously contemplate that course of action. I was almost prepared to leave this earth with no heir, the curse unavenged. But then,� He smiled seductively at her, �I met and fell in love with a seductress. She was unaware of her charms, as only the finest seductresses are.�

Sango fiddled with the opening of Miroku�s robe before he caught her wrist and stilled her hand. �Sango, please. I�m asking you again. I�ll beg you if I must. Please, don�t.�

She turned a confused face to him, �Why? You don�t want me?�

�Gods, yes! I do! But�you are�you are my embodiment of honor. I do not want to deflower you until you are my wife. And I cannot do that until I know that I will not leave you a widow in a few days time. Please�� He voice cracked as he pled, � I am asking you because I find it so hard to turn away from you.�

Sango pulled back and nodded. �Arigato, Miroku.� She stood on her tip toes and leaned up towards his lips.

A small voice drifted over from a nearby bush, �What does deflower mean?�
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