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Groping and Strip Searches	By : ElfFromSpace Category: InuYasha > General Views: 4211 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Groping and Strip Searches
- 2-Least Efficient Method of Searching Someone
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Groping and Strip Searches Part 2: the Lemon!
- AN: Thanks again Sharlene for encouraging this and to all the people who reviewed the first have and egged me on. And a strange roundabout thanks to the evil high speed internet people who were so evil as to let me go without internet for 2 weeks while I move. I hate you, but at least I got bored enough to make me finish writing something! And on the lemon! Well I don't think I've read many, if any, lemons where Sango takes the lead, nor many where Miroku was a virgin (he IS a virgin I know it. Just watch him, he is sooo perverted virgin!) My three favorite past-times are dressing Bishies in Drag, Torturing them, and stripping them. Sometimes I manage to do all three at once, but sadly not in this particular fic.
  
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  Back in the clearing Sango was having an increasingly difficult time ignoring several facts. Among these were that Miroku was almost naked, that she was enjoying the feeling of his skin as she “searched” him just a little too much, and that the feeling would appear to be mutual as far as she could tell from the bulge in the little of Miroku’s clothes that remained. Sango found herself blushing as she stared down at him wondering just what she was getting herself into.
  
  Miroku noticed the slackening of his molestation and cautiously opened one eye. Above him Sango seemed frozen, a blush gracing her cheeks and her eyes locked on his. Now this was more like the Sango he knew. Maybe this was his chance to regain control of a situation that had definitely started to scare him. He did some quick mental grope tallying and inched his hand up again, unable to resist a slight smile as he cupped her round posterior.
  
  “Houshi-Sama!” Sango raised her hand out of reflex and barely stopped it before slapping him, “I don’t think I've groped you quite that many times yet.”
  
  “Perhaps not, but I’ve never ripped your clothing off of you. I think that should count for something. Unless you'd rather I return that favor?” Miroku leered.
  
  “That won't be necessary.” Sango couldn't help but smile at the look of tortured disappointment on his face. She would have felt almost sorry for him if she weren’t too busy enjoying the intoxicating feeling of power over him. Still he did have a point and her clothing had suddenly gotten uncomfortably warm.
  
  Miroku began to squirm, deciding that Sango was intent on slowly torturing him to death and he'd better escape if he could when he saw the absolute last thing he'd ever expected. At least from this angle. Sango was NOT stripping! It was simply NOT possible in any universe he was familiar with. He was obviously suffering from hallucinations as a result of extreme groping deficiency.
  
  Miroku’s wide-eyed expression of disbelief was just too much for Sango. You'd think he'd never seen breasts before! Then again, maybe he hadn't. At least not this close, since she knew he’d spied on hers from a distance before. The thought pleased Sango enough that she decided to tolerate his doomed attempt to banish the hallucinations by feeling them up. Well tolerating it was one thing, but letting him get away without payback was another. Sango leaned down to kiss him as she commenced returning the gropes with interest, focusing especially on trying to get his leggings off with all possible speed.
  
  “Sango,” Miroku wavered, “What if you…” he paused to return her kiss heartily, “get pregnant?”
  
  Sango trailed her kisses down his neck. “Then we'll start on those ten or twenty kids early.” Miroku’s hands wandered all over her body, setting fire to her nerves. But no matter where else they wandered they kept returning to her bottom. He was so obsessed, the pervert. Her pervert. She gave up on keeping the leggings intact and simply ripped them too. Now, at least, his clothes would all match.
  
  “But, Naraku?” Miroku panted as Sango lifted herself slightly so she could shove the tattered leggings out of the way.
  
  “Shut up, Houshi-sama.” Sango leaned forward to smother Miroku’s babbling with another kiss.
  
  So bold! Miroku had never expected to see Sango acting like this! But if he could just get over the shock of it, he certainly couldn’t object to it. He just hoped she wouldn't kill him for this later, but she could hardly say he'd forced her! He may as well make the most of the situation. He had some serious groping to do! His recently freed hands got down to business. One kept her distracted by fondling her breasts and lightly teasing her nipples, while the other slunk its way down between her legs.
  
  Sango gasped when she felt something brush her most intimate area. Her own fingers paused the game they'd been playing with Miroku’s nipples (“Two! Ku ku ku!” err.. sorry.. inside joke) as Miroku’s fingers started to move. Sango closed her eyes and leaned back while Miroku continued his exploration, searching for the spot he'd read about one day when Kagome had left her health book out. “Houshi! Miroku!” Sango exclaimed when he hit a particularly sensitive spot. That felt.. nice… It made little stars sparkle inside her head. It made the world seem to spin around her. oh nuts, the world was spinning because she’d started to fall over backwards. Sango grabbed for anything to restore her balance and found a most conveniently placed handle.
  
  Miroku yelped, “Sango!! Not quite so hard!”
  
  Sango looked down at her hands to see what it was that had just saved her from falling and gaped slightly, “Oh…!”
  
  Miroku struggled to maintain his calm appearance in spite of Sango's apparent effort at castration. “I appreciate the effort, but it’s rather sensitive, so not too tight. You might want to try a stroking motion instead of so much squeezing.” he wheezed.
  
  Sango let go of him so fast that the sudden rush of blood repositioning itself left Miroku a bit dizzy. The dizziness seemed contagious as Sango had been a little too distracted to properly regain her balance and she not so gracefully finished her backwards acrobatics.
  
  “Sango?” Miroku lifted his head and peered down to where Sango was picking herself back up off the ground near his legs. Ok this was a bad sign. He knew he was doomed when he found her incredibly sexy no matter how awkward a position she was in. But he'd known that for a long time already.
  
  “I’m fine.” Sango righted herself and crawled over Miroku to get a better view of her former handle. And then the universe proved that it was out to get the best possible revenge on Miroku by giving him exactly what he'd always wanted but wasn't quite ready to get and especially not in such a way where things were so totally out of his control. Miroku had figured that the absolute last thing she'd ever do was to actually take his suggestions. “Is this better Houshi-sama?” She smirked at him as she stroked him experimentally.
  
  “Ahhh.. I mean, Yes. I mean… Sango!” Miroku moaned. This was totally unfair of her. Had she honestly thought he was serious?? She should know by now that he only said perverted things in an effort to scare women off. He had simply been trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation and she had the audacity to actually take him seriously. Miroku would have pouted if he hadn't been too busy groaning in ecstasy.
  
  “What's wrong, Houshi-sama?” Sango relished the look of panic on Miroku’s face. She could really get used to this feeling of power. For all of his flirting with women he had absolutely no idea what to do when one actually took him up on it. Why hadn't she thought of it earlier?
  
  “Sango..” Miroku whimpered, “Please?”
  
  “Please what?”
  
  “If you don't stop I’m going to…”
  
  “Oh. All right.” Sango let go of him and stood up. “Well then, we'd better head back to camp before the others wonder what's keeping us.” She bent over to pick up her dress from where it had been tossed, as she made to leave the clearing.
  
  “Sango??? Wait! You’re not going to…?”
  
  “Make up your mind Houshi-sama. Just what is it that you want?” Sango looked down at him, tapping her foot impatiently awaiting his answer.
  
  Miroku simply stared at her, mouth hanging open as his mind struggled to come up with something, *anything* to say. But before he could think of anything he heard what sounded suspiciously like laughter from Sango.
  
  “That look on your face, Miroku,” Sango gasped between giggles, “just too funny!” funny and sexier than she'd ever admit out loud. To think that he actually had an innocent side to him, when he was too confused to pretend to be anything else. So this is what those girls had seen in that fake Miroku. He looked sexy when he was being a pervert too, but this innocent sexiness was something she hadn't built up any resistance to at all.
  
  There was absolutely nothing funny about any of this in Miroku’s mind. Surely this was all a punishment from the gods for his errant ways. Hmm maybe if he were just a little more errant they’d be able to go all the way… No.. The punishment was the teasing and Sango appeared to have been gifted with the talent for dragging that on indefinitely. Now that tonight's session seemed finished he vowed to limit himself to no more than two gropes a day, if that would ease the next session of divine punishment. He was reaching for his tattered clothing when the most beautiful naked foot he’d ever laid eyes on stopped him. He turned his gaze upwards, pausing only a bit as he tried to get past Sango’s naked form, to meet her eyes. Why did he suddenly feel like a male preying mantis just before it gets eaten?? “Help-!”
  
  Sango cut him off with another kiss, having decided the best way to shut him up was to occupy his mouth with other things. As much fun as she was having teasing him, her body was getting impatient for something more, and at the moment she was a bit too distracted to remember any of the good reasons to walk away. Whatever they were, she'd worry about them later when she wasn't so busy. If kissing him shut him up, perhaps she could think of a way to subjugate his lower half which had begun squirming when she smothered his mouth. Sango positioned herself above him and then slowly lowered herself onto him.
  
  Miroku was seriously considering pushing her off and making a run for it so he could relieve himself in peace when he felt something tight and moist descending on him. He froze and stared up at Sango, still not quite believing what he was feeling and she stared down at him for a few moments, just as shocked as he. It slowly sunk into him that the torture had finally ended and he was actually making love with the woman he loved and wanted to spend the rest of his life with. It may have happened in a peculiar way, but every one had their own quirks. So he responded in the most appropriate way possible by making a cheesy snide comment. “I know that I’m irresistible, Sango, but I never pegged you as the type to force someone.”
  
  Sango twitched.
  
  Maybe that comment had been a mistake. Hadn't he told himself he’d wait till he could escape first?
  
  Sango twitched again. “I’ll show you ‘forced’, you pervert!! And with that she commenced moving up and down on him almost violently. “It’s not forced if you participate.” She snapped as she slapped an errant hand away from her breasts.
  
  Definitely a mistake.. At least she hadn't noticed when he'd begun to meet her thrusts or else she'd just didn't think it worth her effort to stop him. But that wasn’t enough for him. Her hands were running all over his body setting fire to his skin and he NEEDED to touch her in return. “I'm sorry, Sango.” Miroku paused to moan, “Pleaase?”
  
  “No.” Sango panted.
  
  Kirara watched the two humans, mesmerized by their repetitive movements. The demon part of her knew perfectly well what they were doing and how little they’d appreciate interference, but the part of her that was all kitten had never been able to resist unsuspecting moving targets. She crept out of the bushes stalking up, eyes fixed on the tantalizing trailing bits of hair that kept fluttering around the pair just begging to be batted at.
  
  “But, Sango..” Miroku gasped while she began sucking on his earrings, playing with them with her tongue.
  
  “No.” Sango managed in between moans, as she swatted the other hand off her rear. “And stop playing with my hair!”
  
  “I’m not…” he panted, “playing with your hair.”
  
  “Whatever.” Sango groaned. If he really wanted to play with her hair she didn't care anymore. At the moment she was more worried that her lower lip seemed caught in Miroku's earrings.
  
  “But if you want me to, I can certainly oblige.” Miroku obediently began to play with her hair. Specifically the bits of hair that were trailing over her breasts and were dangling near her rear. He thanked the Buddha when she finally seemed too distracted to deter him, and interpreted this as an obvious invitation to grope the rest of her body with a vigor that can only be produced by having had to go several entire minutes without even a nice feel.
  
  It didn't take long for Miroku’s hands (and other parts) to finally send her over the edge, taking her not-quite-unwilling victim along with her. Sango tensed up and quivered on top of him, and Miroku finally stopped holding himself back and released himself inside of her.
  
  Sango fell on top of Miroku in an exhausted heap. She was pretty sure she'd regret this in the morning, but at the same time she was somewhat relieved that it had finally happened and she didn't have to fight it anymore. She snuggled contently into Miroku’s chest smiling softly at the way his hands seemed glued, one to her rear and one to her breast. He was such an incurable pervert. *Her* incurable pervert.. “Next time I'm tying your hands up..”
  
  “But Sango!” Miroku whined and then paused, “Next time??” Sango opted not to think too much about that one leaving Miroku to fall silent pondering the deeper mysteries of life. Namely the depths of torture and pleasure of which the world is capable, and the irony of them being the same thing.
  
  Meanwhile Sango had a more immediate mystery to ponder. If Miroku had one hand on her rear and one on her breast, how was he also playing with her hair? She knew from experience that Miroku had the mysterious power of seeming to consist at least 75% of hands (we won't mention the other 25%...) but this was impressive enough that she had to see. Sango carefully turned her head to the other side just in time to get batted on the nose by a furry paw. She blinked again, finding herself face to face with a somewhat guilty, but not at all sorry, kitten face. “KIRARA!! How did you get here??” Miroku
  
  Sango looked around quickly, praying that the fire-cat was the only one to follow them from the camp. She sighed in relief seeing no one else around and relaxed back into Miroku’s arms. She may have come to terms with her feelings, but she wasn't quite ready to deal with her other companions yet.
  
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  The following morning Sango and Miroku slunk back towards the camp, telling themselves it was at least possible that the others hadn't noticed their absence. Well might have been possible if it weren't for the fact that three pairs of eyes fixed directly on the couple the second they came in sight and remained glued to them as if even blinking might cause them to miss something incredibly interesting.
  
  “Errrr… Good morning.” Miroku began.
  
  “We were just.. there was a yokai..” Sango's blush as she said this might have made the others wonder what sort of a youkai it could possibly have been. But they had a pretty good idea what Miroku was like and were actually very happy not knowing any of the finer details Sango may have been able to provide.
  
  “We didn't want to wake you so we took care of it ourselves.” Miroku finished casually, significantly better composed than his companion.
  
  “Oh. So that explains the screaming we heard last night.” concluded Inuyasha.
  
  Shippo looked confused, “But Kagome.. weren't they just looking for..” Shippo was cut off as he was unfairly smothered by Kagome yet again.
  
  Miroku and Sango both winced. “Ah, but it was a BIIIG Youkai.” Miroku winked at Sango, “That is why it made so much noise.”
  
  Sango blushed harder, but she was determined not to let her embarrassment overcome her.
  Sango followed Kagome's eyes to Miroku’s tattered and slightly wet robes. They’d decided it would be best to bathe before returning considering the sensitive noses of some of their companions, “It .. err.. ripped Houshi-sama’s robe. So we had to go and wash up after.”
  
  “And I had no idea you were so skilled at the art of back massa…”
  
  “SEPARATELY.” Sango cut the monk off with a stare promising the most painful back massage in history if he let slip anymore. Sango wondered if they were buying it.
  
  Miroku wondered why she was so determined to keep it a secret.
  
  Kagome wondered how gullible Miroku and Sango thought they were.
  
  Inu Yasha wondered how a youkai had managed to attack them right after he and Kagome had dragged Shippou away without him smelling it coming.
  
  Shippou wondered why everyone was staring at each other, aside from Miroku’s tattered robes there wasn't much of interest to stare at.
  
  “Sango-chan, Miroku-sama, would you like some breakfast?” Kagome broke the silence.
  
  “That is an excellent idea, Kagome-sama. Fighting youkai works up quite an appetite.” Miroku couldn’t resist another wink at Sango, which Inuyasha again totally missed.
  
  “Feh, if it was too much for you, you should have called on me for help.”
  
  Sango paled, but Miroku continued for her. If the secrecy meant that much he’d continue the story for her. “Considering the special nature of this youkai, I am not certain that would have been wise, but I thank you for the offer.”
  
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  As they set out to continue their journey Miroku sidled up next to Sango and placed a hand casually on her rear. That's when he remembered something missing. “Sango! Where are your panties?!”
  
  “Ack! Pervert!” A resounding slap rang through the forest.
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