*A/N: Written for my best friend who just LOVES these two!

Story: Long Nights (Collection).
Chapter: One: Long nights.
Summary: After way too many nights of longing and frustration, Sango is left begging for him, and he is only willing to comply.
Rating: M (Lemon!).
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters used in this story, they belong to Rumiko Takahashi.

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Long Nights

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"Miroku, stop..." His large hands wandered all over her body, caressing and stroking, feeling and wanting-a desperate attempt to quell his raging desire for her. One hand snaked behind her, until he stopped, trailing his fingers down the curve of her back.

"Seriously, Miroku...oh!" He chuckled into her ear; a deep, guttural growl from the back of his throat, sending shivers up her spine.

"Miroku!" She opened her eyes then and he caught her lustful gaze. His heart thudded against his chest. She had the most beautiful chocolate brown eyes. He pressed his body tightly against hers, pinning her down to the futon, her protests cut short as he kissed her passionately.

"Mmm..." She felt him smile, the sensuous curve of his perfect lips against hers before he pulled away slowly to look back down at her.

"What?" He asked softly, his fingers trailing through her thick fringe. She wiggled beneath him, as if to get up, and he put a firm hand on her stomach, keeping her down while he pressed his hard manhood against her inner thigh.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his voice almost a whisper. The brown eyed woman looked up at him, her eyes wide, and she leaned up on her elbows to whisper in his ear.

"We can't do this now...not with..." she trailed off to look over at the small futon on the floor beside their own, where two young children slept. She heard him chuckle again and he blew softly into her ear, turning her insides into fire.

"Why dear, I believe they are sleeping," he said, leaning back toward her lips. She pulled away from his incredible mouth, her heart racing. He leaned back in to kiss her neck instead. His heavy erection brushed against her leg as she attempted to pull the futon sheets up around them and he groaned softly against her neck. He wanted her so badly it hurt.

"Miroku...not now," she told him, trying to gather her thoughts. He kissed her, scattering them all again. He loved doing that, kissing her until she couldn't think straight. He felt her small hands push against his clothed chest as he lowered her back onto the futon. Finally, he sighed and pushed himself up on his forearms to look at her.

"Then when Sango?" He asked. She looked at him, bit her swollen bottom lip and let her eyes drop. He stroked her face tenderly, trying to express himself.

"We haven't had this in so long. I miss you, I miss making love to you." Sango looked up at him, seeing the hunger in his eyes, feeling his frustration pressed against her leg. She'd missed it too; the long nights they'd spend together, just enjoying each other, loving pleasing one another. There were the playful nights were Sango would toy with him, making him wait, playing innocent until it would drive him crazy. There were the romantic nights, the quite coupling where Miroku would be tender, soft, and slow...the gentle rocking that could send them both into ecstasy. And then there were the passionate nights; the lustful, hard and fast sex that made her toes curl, the kind that made him cry out her name when it all ended in a heated blur. It had all stopped once she'd found it was too uncomfortable when reaching the last two months of pregnancy. Then the children had been born and now and over a month after they'd settled down as a new family, they still hadn't soothed the ache they'd been feeling for so long. What was she thinking? She needed him.

"Hey, where are you?" She heard her husband whispering into her ear and she closed her eyes, reaching for him.

"I lost you for a second, were you day dreaming?" He teased her, tickling her sides and making her squirm underneath him. She put a hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing, before Miroku pulled it away and replaced it with his mouth. Lying back on top her, he pulled the sheets up around them and placed his arms either side of her, before breaking away to look at her again.

"Miroku your right. I need you, more than you'll ever know right now. Will you please love-' he cut her short, silencing her mumbling with his hot mouth, his hands once again resuming there hold on her firm butt. He kissed her hard, his tongue swirling around his, tasting him, loving him. He pushed her butt up towards his hips, their cores meeting as he began grinding against her. She moaned, wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, but soon had them fumbling around his night clothes, desperate to touch his skin. She literally hadn't seen him naked in months.

"Hey, calm down. We have all night...' He teased her. Sango finally found purchase and pulled his shirt loose, before reaching in to run her hands along his smooth abdominal muscles, moving up to drag her nails across his chest, something she knew he loved. As if on cue he hissed, his hips grinding against hers desperately. She felt his manhood pressing against her again.

"I don't think we'll last that long!" She gasped. He chuckled then and sat up, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. He lingered there a moment, loving how her heated gaze swept across his well-muscled torso. He felt incredibly handsome when she did that, and his heart swelled to know how much he pleased her. She sat up before he could reach her and pulled at her own night dress, slipping it over her shoulders and letting him kiss the silky smooth skin there. She sighed and held him, feeling his fingers playing with the knot at her waist, trying to pry it open. She reach down and pulled at it herself, loosening it for him. Hit with a sudden wave of self-consciousness, she held his frantic hands still before he could release the knot completely.

"Sango?" She met his worried gaze and offered him a wary smile.

"I just wanted to warn you, I'm not as toned as I used to be. Having children has made me a little fatter in places..." she trailed off as he pulled the knot loose defiantly, letting the robe fall open and revealing her body. He sucked in a breath and let his eyes linger over her beautiful, full breasts and her wonderful stomach and her small waist. His eyes caught sight of the stretch marks that ran from her abdomen up around her waist and he smiled. They were faint little lines, lines that proved she'd held his beautiful daughters within her, and finally brought them into the world, making him the happiest man in the whole world. He couldn't have been more proud. He let his fingers trail down to those little pink lines and he traced each one, finding the ones where she tensed slightly, knowing she was ticklish. He chuckled softly when she grasped his hand, begging him to stop.

"You're absolutely beautiful, you know that?" He told her, kissing her forehead gently. She nodded, despite herself, knowing better than to argue with him because she knew he'd never lie to her. She slid the dress from her arms, and dropped it in a pile next to his. Once again he lay her down, kissing her softly, then passionately and then trailing his tongue down to her collar bones where he'd lick, then blow, which made her shiver underneath him. She ran her slender fingers through his hair, pulling his tie out and letting it fall around his shoulders. She loved his hair down, although he insisted on wearing it up. His kissing trailed lower, until his tongue was swirling around her perked nipples, making her gasp. He let his fingers play along her hip bones, dancing further until he felt the first of her public hair, curling around the tips of his fingers. He gave her a knowing smile before they disappeared, slipping down into her womanhood, caressing her. His thumb ran over her bud of nerves, her most sensitive spot, and he watched with interest as her eyes closed and her mouth parted, her breath coming out in shallow gasps. He kissed her chin, her breasts, her neck, all the while his fingers pumping in and out of her, sometimes as fast as he could, sometimes just a slow stroke. And then he'd stop, watching her abdominal muscles tighten and then release with each contraction she felt.

"How does that feel?" He whispered, watching as she opened her eyes slowly, looking up at him. She ran her hands over his strong shoulders pulling him closer to him, begging him not to stop. He smirked, slowing his fingers from there relentless caressing until he'd stopped completely. Her eyes peering up at him, pleading with him. He nudged her nose with his.

"Miroku...I want you inside me!" She begged. He felt her soft fingers brush over the bulge of his trousers. He felt his whole lower body tense and his arousal spike, sending him crazy. He nodded, feeling light-headed, and lifted himself up so that she could slide his pants down his slender hips. Kicking them off and onto the floor he lowered himself until he was at her entrance, begging to push deep inside her, begging for release. She captured his lips in a searing kiss and pushed her hips forward until he entered her, his thickness and hardness making her throw her head back.

"Oh Miroku..." He kissed her ear, the feeling of her walls around him too much. He pushed in as deep as he could go, before pulling back out. He groaned softly, his left arm cradling her head, his right arm supporting himself. He reached down with one hand to pull her thigh up and across his back, until she wrapped both legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. She bit her lip to keep from screaming out, and watched as he struggled to control his ragged breathing. He pushed harder and faster, the pleasure too much after so long. She splayed her legs wider for him, her soft gasps and his low grunts the only sound in their quiet family home. She felt a coil of heat from deep inside her and held him tighter as he thrust inside her relentlessly.

"Deeper..." she gasped in his ear, her hot breath making him shiver. His legs burned from the sudden workout, and his muscles ached, but his sweaty hips pushed deeper, rocking against harder. His eyes closed briefly, taking in her scent, the musky smell of sex working up between them. He focused on what she was doing to him; her fingernails dug into his back, a desperate foothold while he slammed himself into her again and again. He felt himself loosing control, the warmth spreading throughout his entire torso, concentrating into his groin. He felt beads of sweat trickling down his forehead and used his hands to push her butt up towards him, until his pace was uncontrollable and finally, she went rigid beneath him, her womanhood clamping down on him like a vice, her orgasm hitting her like a tidal wave.

"Oh!" Her silent scream was lost as he covered his mouth with hers, suppressing his own cries as he emptied himself inside her. He leaned down onto her, careful to keep most of his weight on his arms to avoid crushing her. Burying his face in the crook of her neck he held her tightly, waves of pleasure still racking through his body. He felt her relax beneath him and knew she was happy. Her fingers massaged the small scratches on his back and her legs dropped back down to the floor, her breath slowing a little. He finally pulled away from her embrace and pulled slowly out of her, earning an audible moan from her. He chuckled and put one finger to his lips as she quickly covered her mouth and smiled.

"How was that?" She whispered once he'd settled himself by her side, his hands intertwined with hers. He closed his heavy eyelids and sighed happily.

"Incredible." He mumbled lazily, pulling her close into his arms and kissing the top of her head.

"I love you." Sango smiled to herself and rested her head against his chest, hearing his heart still racing.

"I love you too."