Whee....okii, here we go. Don't know why all of a sudden I'm writing this,
but meh. I have a half hour till I'm supposed to be in bed and here I am
trying to write a 'sequel' to my M/S one shot. I really have no idea where
it's going to go from here..I only write if I get some inspiration. So,
there you have it. Moo. Anyways, enough of my blabbiness, let's move
right in to the fic that has no plot. Yet. By the way, if I don't forget
about this fic, there's gonna be a lemon lata...moo.
Disclaimer: Blah blah blah, I don't own Inu Yasha, blah blah blah. Don't you just hate disclaimers? Pfft, screw disclaimers! I'm takin' Sesshou- san! ::Grabs Sesshy and runs.::
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Breaking away from the unnaturally close embrace, Sango stared into the deep indigo mirages of the houshi, mixed emotions playing within her own dark orbs. Miroku's all too famous smile graced his full lips...not his perverted one, but his true, genuine smile. His index finger traced her jaw line so gently it was like a tickle, consequently causing the taijiya to giggle.
"What's so funny?" the monk questioned, continuing his gesture. Sango's giggles carried on, forcing a small chuckle from Miroku.
Closing the distance between her palm and his cheek, the slayer playfully slapped the houshi, amused at his expression of slight surprise. "You really love teasing me, don't you?" she asked, her own smile super glued in place.
"Of course I do, Sango-san," came his reply as his hand slowly moved down to an area he longed to touch for so long...
"Go any further and the next slap's gonna be harder," Sango threatened darkly, still maintaining a somewhat playful tone in her voice.
"Aww....but Sango-san..." Miroku whined childishly, forcing a fake pout. "I haven't caressed your lovely bottom for so long..."
"I'll let you touch me later, alright?" the taijiya bargained, instantly gaining an okay nod from the houshi. No matter how much time and distance you place between two people, the same habits will always linger.
The two plopped their butts upon the soft grass, a moment later lying on their backs. They stared up at the limitless sky, watching the clouds drift by with the gentle breeze. Sango cuddled into Miroku's side, and he gladly placed his arm around her, pulling her just a tad closer. A mew from above the houshi's head signified that the presence of another friend was there.
"Konnichiwa, Kirara," the monk greeted, his free arm reaching up to pet the neko's soft fur. Purring, Kirara settled in the grass where she had been standing moments before, her tail brushing against Miroku's scalp. A few pets and several scratches behind the ear later, the houshi set his arm under his head like a pillow, slowly closing his eyes.
"Miroku-sama, stay still," Sango ordered gently, already half asleep.
"As you wish, Sango-san," Miroku replied, obeying her command.
The three slept peacefully in the grass, the sun warming them pleasantly, the breeze carrying a sensual calmness that eventually would envelop them entirely.
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Well, that was kinda stupid. GAH! I'm supposed to be in bed now....Whoops. ^^;;;
Miroku: Quit typing and get to bed, then.
SN: Who're you to tell me what to do? You're not my mom!
Miroku: Glad of it, too. ::Wink wink.::
Sango: Miroku, go back to sleep. Be a good influence.
Miroku: But I'm not tired!
SN: Well, it sure seems like you are. ::Points to the previous paragraphs.:: Besides, I'M the author and if I say you're tired, then you're tired!
Miroku: Riiiiiight...
Sango: Ya know, if you two keep arguing, these stupid comments are gonna be longer than the freakin' chapter.
SN/Miroku: Ooooh....oopsie. ^^;;
SN: Well, my good people, don't forget to review. If you don't feel like it, dat's otay, but I need a considerable amount to continue writing. Once this fic actually gets a plot, it'll get better, I promise.
Sango/Miroku: GO TO BED ALREADY!
SN: Sheesh...alright, alright. Until next time, ja ne, minna.
Disclaimer: Blah blah blah, I don't own Inu Yasha, blah blah blah. Don't you just hate disclaimers? Pfft, screw disclaimers! I'm takin' Sesshou- san! ::Grabs Sesshy and runs.::
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Breaking away from the unnaturally close embrace, Sango stared into the deep indigo mirages of the houshi, mixed emotions playing within her own dark orbs. Miroku's all too famous smile graced his full lips...not his perverted one, but his true, genuine smile. His index finger traced her jaw line so gently it was like a tickle, consequently causing the taijiya to giggle.
"What's so funny?" the monk questioned, continuing his gesture. Sango's giggles carried on, forcing a small chuckle from Miroku.
Closing the distance between her palm and his cheek, the slayer playfully slapped the houshi, amused at his expression of slight surprise. "You really love teasing me, don't you?" she asked, her own smile super glued in place.
"Of course I do, Sango-san," came his reply as his hand slowly moved down to an area he longed to touch for so long...
"Go any further and the next slap's gonna be harder," Sango threatened darkly, still maintaining a somewhat playful tone in her voice.
"Aww....but Sango-san..." Miroku whined childishly, forcing a fake pout. "I haven't caressed your lovely bottom for so long..."
"I'll let you touch me later, alright?" the taijiya bargained, instantly gaining an okay nod from the houshi. No matter how much time and distance you place between two people, the same habits will always linger.
The two plopped their butts upon the soft grass, a moment later lying on their backs. They stared up at the limitless sky, watching the clouds drift by with the gentle breeze. Sango cuddled into Miroku's side, and he gladly placed his arm around her, pulling her just a tad closer. A mew from above the houshi's head signified that the presence of another friend was there.
"Konnichiwa, Kirara," the monk greeted, his free arm reaching up to pet the neko's soft fur. Purring, Kirara settled in the grass where she had been standing moments before, her tail brushing against Miroku's scalp. A few pets and several scratches behind the ear later, the houshi set his arm under his head like a pillow, slowly closing his eyes.
"Miroku-sama, stay still," Sango ordered gently, already half asleep.
"As you wish, Sango-san," Miroku replied, obeying her command.
The three slept peacefully in the grass, the sun warming them pleasantly, the breeze carrying a sensual calmness that eventually would envelop them entirely.
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Well, that was kinda stupid. GAH! I'm supposed to be in bed now....Whoops. ^^;;;
Miroku: Quit typing and get to bed, then.
SN: Who're you to tell me what to do? You're not my mom!
Miroku: Glad of it, too. ::Wink wink.::
Sango: Miroku, go back to sleep. Be a good influence.
Miroku: But I'm not tired!
SN: Well, it sure seems like you are. ::Points to the previous paragraphs.:: Besides, I'M the author and if I say you're tired, then you're tired!
Miroku: Riiiiiight...
Sango: Ya know, if you two keep arguing, these stupid comments are gonna be longer than the freakin' chapter.
SN/Miroku: Ooooh....oopsie. ^^;;
SN: Well, my good people, don't forget to review. If you don't feel like it, dat's otay, but I need a considerable amount to continue writing. Once this fic actually gets a plot, it'll get better, I promise.
Sango/Miroku: GO TO BED ALREADY!
SN: Sheesh...alright, alright. Until next time, ja ne, minna.