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A/N: The head cloth idea I got from Episode 104 and there are episode spoilers for 137-140 in the chapter. Final note: For all of you who have been waiting�LEMON WARNING! No flames, please- you�ve been warned. If you don�t like, please skip the 2^nd section of the chapter. Thank you for the reviews! Oh, and the reason I string you all along? As with many things, isn�t the anticipation � of the enjoyment?

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Two couples knelt on cushions before the priestess. Cloth covered the heads of the humbly bowing brides, the white a show of their purity; white to be dyed any color, symbolic of their willingness to join their husband�s family. Incense had been burned at the makeshift alter, an offering and a plea for the blessings of the Kamis. The cups of sake, hastily procured from the tavern and sanctified by Miroku, had been shared, the witnesses acting in the stead of family, as neither bride or groom had relatives able to attend.

The officiant�s lips opened in preparation of the vows and blessings to be bestowed, �Are you sure I can do this?�

Miroku nodded in reassurance, �There are no others in this village. You are the only one who can perform the religious part of the ritual. You are a miko, a priestess, Kagome.�

Kagome�s eyed remained uncertain, but she placed a hand on the shoulder of each groom and read the words that Miroku had written on a scroll for her to recite. Shippo�s eyes watered from his place beside Sango, happy that the two had finally found each other. Inuyasha merely scowled next to Miroku, willing the whole fiasco to be done and wondering how he had been convinced to be there in the first place.

Kagome murmured the final blessing and let her solemn face relax into a warm smile of congratulations for the newlyweds, hugging first Sango and Miroku, then the other couple, �So, how did you two meet, Houjo-kun?�

Houjo Akitoki blushed and looked adoringly at his new wife, � When last we parted, after destroying the Blade of Heaven and Earth, I began traveling back to my family�s village. I met Suzaku as she was traveling with her guardian. After being orphaned in an attack by a hawk youkai, she had been training as an apprentice seamstress. Her guardian was returning her to her home village when we met, and I joined them on their travels. We talked about the adventures I had while with you and Inuyasha-domo, about our villages, and our childhoods. It was only a few days walk, but we fell in love.� He smiled at his bride again, who blushed prettily, and patted her hand, � It seems my luck did improve when I was rid of the Kan of Heaven. She agreed to be my wife, but she had to work as an apprentice for three years, in exchange for the training she had received, before we could be wed. Of course, I waited for her. She has just finished her apprenticeship and we were returning to my village when Shippo spotted us traveling through.�

Kagome nodded, �I am so happy for you, Houjo-kun. Demo�� Kagome looked sheepishly at the pair, �You said her name was Suzaku? Why�um, did I hear you call her Kagome?�

Houjo Kagome bowed her head, �Perhaps I may explain. I do not mean to offend, but after hearing Akitoki tell of your beauty and bravery, I took the name Kagome so that I may have something to aspire to. I hope I live up to it, Kagome-sama.�

�Well,� the miko pinked under the praise but laughed, �It was an honor to allow me to marry you.�

�Kagome-sama, Arigoto for performing the ceremony. I am glad to have seen you again and to have been able to have you share this memory with us, but my wife and I should take our leave. We still have much to travel before we reach my village. And I�m sure that my family will be eager to celebrate my bride.�

�You won�t stay the night? It is too late to travel now and surely you need the rest.�

Miroku smirked and added, �And you are just married��

Rubbing the back of his neck, Akitoki coughed uncomfortably, �Ah, um, yes. But we have no where to stay. The inns are full; it would be best if we continued on to another village.�

�Oh, nonsense! I won�t take no for an answer- you�ll have mine and Inuyasha�s room.�

Inuyasha blustered, but the threat of �Osuwari� persuaded him without too much violence, and arrangements were made for Shippo and Kirara to stay with Mina for the night so that all of the newlyweds would have privacy.

�Oi, wench! What�d you go and do that for? Now where will you sleep?�

Kagome gathered her pack and sleeping bag as the others retired to their chambers, �Honestly, Inuyasha! They�re just married. I�ll be fine outside tonight.� She hooked an arm around the hanyou�s elbow and rested her head on his shoulder. Peeking up at him from under her lashes, she led him outside, �You�ll protect me, won�t you?�

Inuyasha recognized the doe eyes she had used on him before and blushed, �Feh.�

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�It seems everyone has quieted for the night, Lady Sango.�

�Hai, houshi-sama.�

Miroku sighed and turned from stoking the fire to study the tayaji, his wife. Sango fidgeted, fully aware of what was to happen. It was all so sudden. In the breadth of a mere twenty four hours, she had finally accepted her feelings for the monk, had tried to seduce him and failed, had built her resolve to be with him, and now she was his wife. She had no idea where to begin.

�Your husband�s name is Miroku, Sango.� Miroku moved to kneel before her as she squirmed on the futon, �A lot has happened recently, ne?�

Sango laughed and nodded, relaxing slightly as his question mirrored her own thoughts, �Hai. A lot has happened in a short time.�

�Are you regretting yourself now? Are you regretting me?�

Sango shook her head firmly and began to loosen the ties of her kimono, her face coloring in embarrassment as she refused to look at him.

He grabbed her wrist to stop her movements and pulled her trembling hands to his lips. He kissed her palms before releasing her and stroking her cheek with his uncovered hand, �My lovely Sango, we do not have to do anything if you are scared. I�.I love you. If I can do no more than hold you for the rest of my life, I will be happy,� he pulled her to him then, wrapping his arms around her and embracing her completely, but he couldn�t resist adding, �Of course, I would probably develop a sprained wrist��

Sango laughed at his attempt to ease the tension and toyed with the collar of Miroku�s robes, trying to fully fathom the depths of the love she felt for this man. This man who could so constrain and confound her at the same time, �Ie, Miroku. I haven�t changed my mind. I am glad that we have done this. Glad that you are my husband. I�I guess I�m just nervous. I don�t really know what to expect. I don�t know what to do.�

Miroku nodded and leaned towards his bride, �Remember, we will learn together.�

That said, Miroku pulled her to him and kissed her fully. The fire that she had felt before was back, all consuming, brighter, and hotter than she had remembered it.

She moaned as she felt him plunder her mouth, his desire for her choreographed in the movements of his tongue. So much passion, she felt herself blossom under him. Her cloudy mind vaguely registered his hands on her body as he gently kneaded the tension from her shoulders. Her hands once again moved to the ties of her kimono, but he stopped her again, breaking the kiss.

Miroku shook his head and tsked her, �No, no,� he wagged a finger at her, �Don�t I get the pleasure of unwrapping my wife?�

With more confidence than she felt, she nodded, �But only if I get to help my husband from his robes.�

They fell on each other again, Miroku fumbling with the ties of Sango�s kimono as she tried to remove his constrains. She pulled the robes open and rested her hands on his chest, reveling in the heat that radiated off of him. It wasn�t until she felt the coolness of his hands on her stomach that she realized that he had managed to almost completely disrobe her. In frustration, she broke the kiss this time, Miroku leaning forward, unwilling to relinquish her lips.

�Damn it! How do you get these things off?� Sango hissed, unable to find the closure of Miroku�s robes, unable to remove them farther than from his shoulders but anxious to feel him against her.

He chuckled at her agitation, �Allow me?� He reached down and found the single knot that held his robes closed, loosening it, before leaning over her and kissing her again.

They tumbled back onto the futon, still partially dressed. Miroku placed a leg on either side of Sango, resting his weight on his hands as he covered her with his body, intent on languishing in her kisses. Sango was not content, however, as he had awakened the need in her again and she was not willing to release the conviction she now felt. She was certain that if she paused long enough to ponder anything, she would doubt herself again. Instead, she took the initiative and reached up to him, pulling his robes from his shoulders until they fell, pooled at his hips. Miroku stopped kissing her and sat up, giving her a full view of his torso. His chest was lean and broader than she would have supposed from his stature, his arms slightly bulky with muscle built from exertion. Fine, dark curls began at his navel and trailed below, their path blocked by the rest of his robes. Similar dark fuzz formed a small patch, no larger than her palm, in the middle of his chest, and Sango did not resist the urge to run the tips of fingers through the curls. Miroku shivered under her caress, bringing her gaze to his eyes. She blushed, then, realizing that she had been intensely scrutinizing his contours, until she felt him reach down and lift her. Once he had her seated in front on him, Miroku gently placed his hands at her neck and massaged her shoulders, the caress hiding his true intent, as her kimono fell. Sango�s eyes slid shut as he leaned forward and brushed his lips along the flesh below her ear, then nibbled lightly on the lobe. Kissing her neck and jaw, he continued to distract her as his hands reached behind her to loosen the bindings around her chest. Kagome had shown her the �bra� things that she wore in her era, but Sango still opted for the more comfortable and less revealing clothing of her era, her bosom held in place and made manageable for fighting by a strip of cloth that wrapped around her bust and upper torso. His ministrations held her attention and Sango forgot to feel shy as she focused on the feel of his lips on her. With a sigh, Miroku gave a gentle tug that freed the last wrapping from around her. As it fell away, Miroku pulled back to take in the sight of his goddess.

Sango became bashful again under his gaze, mindful as his eyes wandered from her neck, to a puckered scar above her right breast from a bear youkai, to a jagged, red reminder of a battle with a scorpion demon above her hip. Sango felt her cheeks heat as her embarrassment grew, self-conscious of her physical flaws. To her amazement, though, when she felt Miroku gently caress first the bear youkai scar, and then the scorpion demon wound, his touch was one of awe, of dedication, of something cherished. She could not hide her bashfulness or fear, but she had to ask, �Don�t my scars repulse you ?�

Miroku shook his head, his eyes still glazed as he seemed completely absorbed in studying her. Finally, his eyes cleared and he looked at her, his hand resting on her hip, his thumb brushing back and forth lightly across her skin, �Repulse me? No. They remind me of who you are. Of your strength, of your courage, and that you are, above all else, like me. Weak sometimes, able to be hurt. But deserving of being cherished. It�s these scars,� he continued, randomly stopping to kiss the blemishes, �these reminders of what you have done, what you have been through, that make you who you are today. They are what make you the woman that I love. It�s your strength that lets you wield that bone boomerang. It�s your bravery that leads you into battle. It�s your humanity and femininity despite these, that make you the beauty that you are.� Miroku drew a breath and leaned forward, pursing his lips to expel it lightly over her skin, the air tingling over her neck, her breasts, her navel. Sango breathed deeply, her breath suddenly ragged as the tingle seemed to seep from her skin into her veins. �And you are beautiful, Sango. So very beautiful.� Miroku gently pushed against Sango�s shoulders, her mind too caught up on his words and his touch to notice, as she fell softly back to the futon again.

Miroku resumed his position above her, kissing her deeply as his hands explored her newly exposed flesh. All he had seen as he had stared and memorized her, was the way the tanned skin had stopped at the neck, where her demon slayers suit began. From there, the skin was milky white, almost ethereal, never darkened or kissed by the sun. No freckle marred the perfect, in his mind, skin. Her breasts, once freed from the bindings, were full and firm, the areola rosy, the color of a kitten�s nose, her nipples pert and flushed, hardening under his breath. Her eyes were half closed, her lips full and invitingly open, and her face had been flushed, flustered, as he studied her, before he realized that she was shy under his gaze. He had said that she was beautiful, because his mind had been too clouded, too rattled, too stunned, to find any other word that would compare. But even as he said those words, he felt that they were too blasé, to bland, and not poetic enough to fully describe his rapture. Perhaps no word was.

Instead, he moved to show her. His hands wandered over her, his palms brushing across her nipples, as he moved to pay homage to the deity that writhed and moaned beneath him. He claimed to be a pious monk, and now he would pay pilgrimage to the most holy of temples.

Even as his thoughts wandered to her, Sango�s moved to him. He may have claimed to have merely been a book learned lover, to still be inexperienced in the ways of pleasing a woman, but if that was the case, then he was well-read. His mouth was still upon her, his lips still crushing her, as his hands wandered about her body. She was certain he hid no extra appendages under his robe, but his touch was so fluid, so swift and yet igniting, that it felt as if dozens of hands were upon her. Every inch of her skin felt as if it was on fire, the tips of his fingers flitting from her breasts to her thighs and back again in the span of a heart beat.

She could tell he was moving them towards something, but she was too inexperienced to comprehend what her role in this was. She opted to touch him as best she could, pinned as she was beneath him. She grazed his ear lobe with her finger nails, then raised goose bumps on his arms as she dragged her nails along his spine. He, in turn, nearly burst from the feeling, happy that she was finally beginning to react and touch him, as well.

�You may touch me, Sango. You will not hurt me,� he had wanted to induce her before, but knew that she was still timid with him. Her small touches, however, prompted him to speak, comfortable that she was relaxing with him. Still, he made no sudden rush upon her, coaxing her out to enjoy this exploration together.

His encouragement worked, as he suddenly found himself upon his back, Sango having effortlessly flipped them over so that she straddled him. Once again, she felt the wanton urges that she had basked in earlier, this time giving herself over to them, as she kissed his bare chest, making no move to stop him from caressing her breasts. His thumb flicked over each nipple, sending a riot of pleasure through her. She felt the heat beginning to pool within herself and began to finally understand what he was inciting with his touch. She leaned forward and took his earlobe between her teeth, running her tongue along the edge. Unable to resist the succulent fruit that hovered just beyond his lips, Miroku leaned forward and pulled one of her nipples into his mouth. The heat Sango felt moments before magnified, becoming a wholly consuming thing. Sango felt Miroku shift beneath her and realized that he, too, felt the same tension that mounted within her.

Sango pulled back, hissing as her breasts left the warmth that his tongue had basked upon them, and sat to look at him.

Slowly, she moved herself from atop him and turned to sit next to him, �I, um, don�t know what to do. Will you��

Miroku nodded and knelt before her as she lay back against the futon again. His hands trembled in anticipation as he moved the folds of her kimono away, untangling them, and finally peeling them completely from her body. He wanted to study her again, now that she lay fully open to his gaze, but he knew enough of the workings of the female body to know that while her fire was kindled, it was best to continue, lest her desire wan and he have to arouse her anew. There would be time, later, to memorize her in her entirety.

Still trembling, he removed the last of his robes and chuckled to find that Sango had screwed her eyes shut, �Sango, are you alright?�

She nodded.

�Why aren�t you looking at me?�

She let out the breath she held and slowly opened her eyes, �I�m afraid if I get too embarrassed now, I won�t be able�I�ve never seen��

�Ah�you don�t have to look, then. I was just curious.�

Sango turned her head to look at him as he carefully folded his robes and placed them next to the futon. She stared first at a safe place, his feet. Well, not so bad. Drawing her gaze up, she noted the finely toned lines of his calves, then his thighs. Ok, nothing too embarrassing. He faced away from her, so she admired his rear. It was actually quite enticing. She found her voice, �If had known those robes hid such a nice physique, I may have groped you myself.�

Miroku turned to her then, laughter in his eyes, giving her a full view of the rest of him, before he knelt and crawled up the futon to her.

�Um�Miroku?�

�Is it supposed to look like that?� Sango asked, her cheeks aflame.

Miroku looked questioningly at her until her caught her line of sight. �Um�hai. Is something wrong with it?�

Sango continued to stare, �Well, no. I�ve never really seen one. It�s�.odd looking.�

He laughed outright, catching her off guard, �Yes, I suppose. It�s not one of the most beautiful things to behold. That is why the Kamis made women. Their bodies are beautiful, where men�s are not.� Miroku pulled a light blanket over them and stroked her thigh lightly, �Your body, for example.� He moved his hand slowly up her thigh, allowing her time to become accustomed to his touch. Inching ever closer, he finally rested his palm on the silken curls at the apex of her legs, �Here, is a woman�s flower.� Gently, he moved his finger between the folds of her, lightly tapping the nub, �This, your lotus bud.� Sango quaked at his touch, the feel sending pleasure from her head to her toes, creating a rising ache. Moving slowly, he pushed a finger into her, testing her readiness. Drawing his hand back, he sucked the dew from his hand and looked into her eyes, �Your nectar.�

Returning his hand to her flower, he stroked her bud again, raising her need to a feverish pitch. He leaned forward and kissed her softly, his lips sweet and gentle, before staring into her eyes, �My goddess, I am but a simple monk. Pray, grant me your favor. May I worship at your temple? May I bask in your light?�

Sango was nearly inclined to laugh at the ridiculousness of his request, but the softness and sincerity of his eyes took her breath away.

Instead, Sango nodded and Miroku rose above her again, this time gently placing her legs to rest on either side of his thighs. He leaned forward and kissed her sweetly again, truly worshipping her with his lips. Slowly, he moved his hips forward, her heat guiding him, until he rested just outside of her. Feeling him so close, Sango kissed him back passionately, goading him on. His body responded before his mind could catch up and he plunged into her.

He broke his kiss as realized what he had done, fearful that he had moved too swiftly and caused her pain. Looking down at his goddess, he found her eyes shut, her chest heaving. He whispered urgently, �Sango, my Sango, I am so sorry. Are you hurt? Are you okay?�

Sango relaxed and opened her eyes with a smile, �Better than okay. I feel�complete.�

�I�m sorry, so, so sorry. I did not mean to move so quickly. I�ve heard it may hurt the first time for a woman.�

Sango shook her head., �No, I lost my maidenhead before I even became a woman. It�s not unusual for women in my line of work.�

Miroku felt the tension leave his body at her reassurances, and began noticing the feel of her for the first time.

She was wrapped around him, wholly consuming him. The tension they both felt was bittersweet, as if it was magnificent in and of itself, yet not the pinnacle to which they were reaching. Miroku rocked into her, his length withdrawing and then disappearing into her again. She began to match his breathlessness, finally gaining an understanding of the act and matching him, thrust for thrust.

The pious monk made pilgrimage to his Lady, his Goddess, traveling a journey to her oasis, quenching his thirst in her fount. He planted kisses on her face, neck and breasts, rained tears upon her cheeks, mumbled his devotion to her cult. He was on his knees prostrate before he as he prayed of his undying love for her, his willingness to sacrifice himself to her will. His hands would seek only her touch. His mouth would speak only her praises. His eyes would look only upon her majesty. His Goddess felt herself rise higher to the peaks of the heaven her monk pushed her to, felt him bury himself in her again and again. She kissed him back, just as furtively, granting his favor, honoring his requests, accepting his sacrifice.

The stars may have just risen in the sky ,or they may have been finishing their journey across the heavens, for time had ceased to exist as Sango felt a throb build deep within her. With a mighty crescendo it imploded, lights and colors cascading behind her eyes as her entire body tensed and snapped. The ripple of pleasure broke Miroku�s grasp on the world and he convulsed, burying himself completely in her one last time, anointing her temple with his essence.

Finally, the haze of their journey receded and the sound of crickets reached their ears again. Miroku collapsed beside Sango, drawing her into his arms and placing her head upon his chest. He brushed the hair away from her face, kissed her temple, and grinned lazily down at her, �My Goddess.�

Sango did not move or respond, her eyes glazed and her vision fuzzy.

�Sango, are you okay? Was it okay?�

Sango blinked and nodded.

�Sango, say something, please.�

Sango grinned goofily and closed her eyes, preparing to relinquish her hold on the waking world. She tried to think of a way to respond to Miroku, to tell him how wonderful she felt and how much she loved him, but all she could finally manage was a weak hug and two blissful syllables, �My God.�

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A/N: OKAY! THERE�S YOUR DARN LEMON YOU HENTAIS! Whew- hope you all enjoyed and hope it was worth the wait!

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