Have you ever gone back and reread old OLD fics that you haven't looked at since you initially posted it? Well that's what happened here. I finally worked up the courage to look back at my first fic and nearly hurled after reading it. Gah it was horrible; like a nightmare I just couldn't wake from. I fear what some of my other old fics have in store for me when I look back at those. I'll probably die a horrible brain melting death.

Anywho after the shock, fear, and embarrassment (of posting something so horrendous) I managed to choke my way through it and rewrite it removing the stupid 'tasting emotions thing'. What the hell was I thinking with that nonsense? Now it's just pretty much a PWP two shot cleaned up and easier to read. Like I said not a lot changed just the removal of all the stupid stuff I thought was cool when I wrote it the first time. Whelp that's about it. Hope you enjoy if it's your first fling with this fic and if it's your second go round well I hope it reads better. Much love for you all. Keva

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"Red wine? Check. Wine glasses? Check. Satin comforter? Check. Chocolate covered cherries? Check. Red candles? Check. Lighter? Check. Skimpy nighty? Check. Hmm… lets see here what else?" Kagome placed her fist to her chin in thought trying to think of what else to pack for a hot romantic Valentines night of passion. "Oh yeah!" She squealed and yanked open the drawer to her desk and pulled out the cherry flavored body lotion.

"Ok Miroku I will help you." Kagome said with a sigh.

The monk had been bothering her all day about getting her to help him 'romance' Sango if you will. She just HAD to explain to the hōshi what Valentines Day was and he just HAD to use that day as an excuse to capture the object of his desires.

"Really Kagome? You'll help me?" Miroku questioned violet eyes glinting excitedly.

"Yes." She sighed. "I'll take care of everything you'll need to romance Sango," he opened his mouth to say respond and she halted his words with a hand held up. "BUT… but if she doesn't want your attention then you have to leave her alone. Understand?"

Miroku nodded innocently though looked as far from innocent as a perverted monk could.

"I am not going to subject my friend to something that she wants no part of." Kagome threatened.

Miroku put his hand on his chest. "My lady Kagome, my intentions with my dear Sango are nothing but pure and true."

Kagome narrowed her eyes at her friend. "I'm sure they are." She countered sarcastically.

Miroku's eyes widened in shock at the doubt of his intentions. "Kagome you doubt my word?"

Kagome gave a big sigh. "Miroku you are a good friend but your past shall we say behavior isn't exactly what we would call good intentions. Sango is like my sister and I'm only concerned with how she will feel about all this. If she doesn't want it and you force it upon her." She back peddled a little at how hurt he suddenly looked. "I mean I know you wouldn't but I just don't want her to get hurt. If you really want her love then I strongly suggest that you QUIT asking every female you come across to bare you a child and for the love of kami do something about that cursed hand!"

Miroku gave his friend a hurt look. "I didn't know you thought so lowly of me. I shall not need your assistance." He turned and began to walk away.

Kagome grabbed him by the shoulder. "Miroku I don't think lowly of you. I love you like a brother that is why I feel that I can tell you these things. I am only trying to help you understand why it has been so hard for you to get Sango to love you in return. You have to make some changes if you really want her to love you the way you do her." She told him in all honesty.

Miroku turned to his miko friend. "I understand Kagome but I do truly love the lady Sango and would give anything to have her love me the way I love her. If what you say is true and it's keeping Sango from returning my affections," he stared at her sincerely. "then between now and your love day I will try to change them and show her she is the only woman that holds my heart."

Kagome gave him a hopeful smile. "Good, now you have a little over one month to prove to Sango that you are a changed hentai. Then if she believes you to be a changed man on valentines day I will take care of what you need to give her a perfect romantic evening."

Miroku wrapped his arms around his friend in thanks. "Ahhh….. BUT YOU CAN'T DO THAT ANYMORE YOU HENTAI!" Kagome screamed as she pulled herself away from the pervert..

Miroku turned a slight red in embarrassment and rubbed the back of his head. "Umm sorry force of habit."

"I bet." Kagome muttered. "You really need to work on that and now would be a good time to start." She turned and headed back to the village.

Kagome sat at her desk staring at all the things she had bought for her friends to have their romantic evening and let off a soft sigh. Miroku worked really hard to fix his 'cursed hand' problems and she was surprised at what the monk could do if he was determined enough. Sure he still groped Sango but she was the only one.

Sango had confronted her and questioned her about the monk's changed behavior. Kagome had told her that he was really trying to prove to her that she was the only woman for him. So if she needed proof then she just had to watch Miroku when he was with other women.

Kagome was thrilled for her friends and their growing relationship and slightly jealous as well. If only she could find someone who wanted her as much as Miroku wanted Sango she would be the happiest girl in the world. Inuyasha was a lost cause being she wanted him to see her as Kagome not the reincarnation of his walking dead girlfriend. So long as he thought of her that way she just couldn't bring herself to want him to want her anymore. A girl could only take so much of being compared to and considered Kikyo before any love for the one who looked at her like that cooled to just a warm thought of a good friend.

Hojo had long since given up on her and moved on. Even the hotheaded wolf Koga finally gave up on her. She let off a saddened sigh. "22 and still single." She looked out her bedroom window at the old God tree. "Will I ever find someone to love me for me and not who I look like or what I can do?"

She stared at the tree for a minute then shook her head. "I have to get going." She grabbed all the stuff for Miroku and Sango's Valentine's Day date and stuffed it into her backpack.

"See ya in a week or so mom! Tell gramps and Sota I said bye and love them! Love you too!" Kagome yelled as she ran down the stairs.

"Bye dear. Be careful." Her mother answered from the living room.

"I will." Kagome put her shoes on and ran out the door to the well house.

She pulled herself out of the well only to come face to face with a very nervous and extremely excited monk. "Miroku?" She asked as she sat her bag down and looked at the monk. She was thoroughly unprepared for the usually pulled together monk's outburst.

"Kagome did you get the stuff? I mean it wasn't too much trouble for you to get it was it? Will Sango like it? Will I like it? Is there anything in your bag that I need to learn how to use? What is in your bag? You didn't tell Sango what we had planned did you? You did didn't you and now she knows and she won't go with me. How could you! Wait what am I thinking; you wouldn't betray my confidence would you. Would you? Girls like to talk so it's entirely possible but… So what do you really have in your bag?"

Kagome stared wide-eyed at the monk and wondered how he could say so much without taking a single breath. As a matter of fact he was actually starting to turn blue from the lack of oxygen. "Miroku calm down and breathe before you pass out. Of course I didn't tell Sango anything and don't worry about what's in the bag I will tell you everything you need to know so you won't be unprepared." She watched as he breathed in and out very slowly while gripping his staff tightly. Obviously the lack of oxygen made his world spin making him want to pass out.

"I trust you Kagome. Its just that… well… you know."

Kagome saw the blush creep up on the hōshi's face and knew instantly what the problem was. "Oh my god! You're a… a…." Before she could finish her statement the monk nodded his head. Kagome began to blush along with her friend unsure of what to say next and was really caught unprepared for what he asked her next.

"So Kagome-sama um… I know this is a strange question but…. I was a…. wondering… well if you could… um… well… howdoesagirlliketobetouched?"

Kagome blinked really slowly with mouth agape and waiting for his question to make its way through her shell shocked brain. When the moment of clarity never came she made the mistake of questioning back. "Huh?"

"Well it's not that I don't know how to touch a girl but I'm not sure of the best way to touch a girl. I may be a hentai but that is just so that I can hide the fact that I don't know what I am doing when it comes to a female. Do you think Sango would like me to touch her the way I think that a girl should be touched or is there something that she likes that I don't know about? Do you two talk about stuff like that when you bathe together?"

Again Kagome watched as the monk slowly turned blue from lack of oxygen. "Breathe Miroku." She had finally regained control of her senses and figured that she was going to have to take control of the situation before the monk died from the lack of oxygen trying to explain his problem to her. Taking a deep breath to make sure that she could still breathe she looked at the monk with a calming smile. "Ok, come on I will show you what I have in the bag and explain the best I can how to use it and what you should do." She could already feel the blush creeping up on her own face at the thought of explaining to Miroku the best way to touch a woman.

She picked her bag up and told him to follow her. They walked to the grassy area by the pond and sat down. "Ok." She took a deep breath to steel her nerves and opened her bag. She pulled out all the stuff and laid it out in front of them.

"Ok this," she pointed to the wine and wine glasses. "is to drink and help to relax you both. If you drink to much you will