I Updated!!! Late, yes I know. Whatever... *sigh*

[duchesscarml]

Well, its been a while! And sad thing about that is that its going to have to wait a bit longer for me to put more junk about ever so boring existance... for I have to go and actually do some work! I've been at work all day and have finished a WHOLE LOT A NOTHING!! But, if you think about this and all that I have to do today you will see that it has not been a waisted day, since I put a huge amount of effort into ignoring all that responsibility!! ^_^

Now, I'm putting up chapter 7 to Book I: The Feud: A Marriage Made in Heaven. So if you're here for that... well by all means skip this dribble of nonsence and move on to the link! lol This is all I have to say for now... I'm going to go put a bit, not whole lot mind you, into doing some work today. Its nice when my boss is out of town...

I wonder if I should make this private??? Hm.  You know the chapter is not really for umm... the young and young at heart...  What do you guys think?

Disclaimer: Nothings changed here…

A/N: The block is gone!! WOOHOO!! *does jiggy dance* Can you believe I know exactly how books 2 and 3 are going to go, but I was having palpatations over this one! Sheesh! Well, heres a nice long chapter to say “l’m sorry, and I’m back!!” Forgive me??

(Duchess waits for reply as room goes quiet. She hears a needle fall on the carpet)

*blink blink*

Well… moving on…

Book I: The Feud: A Marriage Made in Heaven.

Chapter 7: The Importance Of A Kiss

Miroku rubbed his hands gently up and down Sango’s back as he held her close to him. He didn’t understand what had made her break down like this, but it worried him. Something other then himself was troubling her, and while he was glad it wasn’t him to put the tears in her eyes he didn’t like them being there at all.

“Sango?”

Sango tightened her arms around his waist and buried her face against his chest in answer. A silent plea for him not to let go.

She knew what he wanted to ask her, but how could she explain to him her fears without telling him about her secret? And she still had no idea what the visions were about or what they were trying to tell her. All she knew was that a child Sesshoumaru knew, and knew well apparently, was in great danger. And if the child knew ‘Sesshoumaru-sama’ then it probably went without saying that Miroku knew the child too.

What was she suppose to do?

There was also the fact that while the child was obviously scared in her vision, she still got the distinct feeling that the danger was aimed at herself and not the child. She couldn’t explain, but Sango always felt a deep chill run through her whenever she saw the vision.

And she’d been seeing it sense the night she went to bed after signing the marriage contracts.

Perhaps it was time to talk to her sisters.

“Come. We have to go back in.”

****

(Two hours Later…)

Atsuki sighed inwardly as she watched her husband closely as he frowned at a spot across the room.

If she wasn’t mistaken, that was the tenth time he’d frowned in not so many minutes. She knew what he wanted to do and she knew that his wish to not make a scene was the only thing keeping him from doing it. She really couldn’t blame him for it either. What was the pup still doing down there in the ballroom?

She turned her head to look at the forlorn figure leaning against the wall on the other side of the hall.

It was funny really, in a slightly dstorted ironic way, how the young inu was well on his way to making a social impasse, and her husband was holding himself back to keep from making a social impase. For she could very well tell that Onigumo was itching to get his hands around Miroku’s neck.

Her husband had resorted to clasping his hands behind his back when balling them at his sides were not helping… and others had begun to stare at him.

She reached behind him and softly ran her hand over his tightly balled ones in reassurance. She had no idea what Miroku was waiting on, but if he didn’t get a move on soon, she would be the one he’d have to worry about. Not her husband.

She felt rather then heard the other woman come to stand on her other side, as the woman’s husband come to stand on the other side of Onigumo.

“Ryumi,” she gave a small smile in greeting. There was no reason to be impolite just because the woman’s son was... well, doing nothing.

Ryumi nodded her blue head in answer as she too looked at her son leaning on the wall across the room. Something was troubling him; she could tell. And whatever it was, while it wasn’t very bad, it wasn’t all that good either. But, it could be fixed.

“What the hell is your son up to, InuTaisho?” growled Onigumo to the man beside him.

InuTaisho would have really liked to defend his son, but truthfully he had no idea what was going through his youngest son’s head. And he was nothin, if not brutally honest.

“I haven’t the foggiest idea,” said the taiyoukai with a shrug. And they wonder where his son, Sesshoumaru, gets his attitude from.

Truthfully, InuTaisho wouldn’t have minded if the Higurashi’s were to get some bad publicity, but this time his own family would be dragged with them. But, while it would look bad for them, it would look even worse for the Higurashis.

For right now, Miroku was well on his way to stating to the entire room, which was packed with the most influential people under the Emperor, that he didn’t want this wedding, and he definitely didn’t want his wife; in any way, shape or form.

Which was twice as bad, because it was widely believed that there wasn’t a woman alive of marrying age that the youngest Masaharu woluldn’t be interested in bedding.

But, it seemed marriage was a different matter to the young pup. Onigumo eyed the taiyoukai beside him out the corner of his eye. He could easily see the smirk the youkai wasn’t trying very hard to hide and gave a short nod. ‘So, that’s how it is,’ he thought sagely to himself then gave a short nod.

Fine. Decision made.

“I’m going to kill him.”

He nodded once to his wife and then to the disbelieving taiyoukai beside him and moved to take a step. Nobody embarrassed his baby girl. Not while he still breathed.

And damn sure not while he stood in the same room and watched.

He went to take another step as he tried to think of the best way to kill the pup leaning against the wall without actually getting his clothing messy when he felt a hand holding on to his arm.

“Be still, dear.”

He turned to stare into his wife’s deep blue eyes.

He saw the look in her eyes and sighed. He was not going to be allowed to kill the little whelp. But, perhaps if he said ‘please’ he’d be allowed to break his legs after all the guest had left? He’d try to run the idea by her later, when she didn’t have that look in her eyes anymore.

Unlike her husband, Atsuki was paying attention to more then just the groom lounging across the room from them. She was watching the other five as well. So, she saw as one of them moved from there spot at a nearby table and make his way over to the, current, bane of her husband’s irritation.

“I-” he began, but cut himself off at the hard look in his wife’s eyes.

“This is your daughter’s wedding reception. Behave.” She gave him one last look before returning her gaze to whom she was watching before. Atsuki watched intently as the other man stopped beside Miroku.

“Watch and wait.”

Onigumo gave his wife one last questioning look, then decided to frown at her for good measure (not that it caused any kind of an effect) before doing as she instructed. He turned his head back in the direction she indicated. His eyes narrowed at what he saw, but he stayed still and waited.

Four pair of eyes watched as Inuyasha stood beside Miroku with his arms crossed over his chest.

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Inuysha shuck his head at the picture of his brother leaning against the wall staring at his bride who was sitting at a table with her sisters.

“Yo, Miroku,” he called out as he stopped next to his younger brother, “what the hell are you waiting for?”

“What do you mean Inuyasha?” responded Miroku with a lazy lift of his eyebrows.

Inuyasha tilted his head to the side in wonder as he gave his brother a disbelieving look.

“You know you’ve passed the ‘embarrassment’ stage and are quickly approaching the ‘social suicide’ stage. Now, I would be the first to tell you to take what anyone else thought and shove it off the nearest cliff, but this is just weird coming from you?”

Miroku eyed his brother thoughtfully as he tried to figure out just what the hell he was on about.

Inuyasha took in his brother’s confused look and tilted his head in question. Did he need to spell it out for the idiot?

“Miroku, if you don’t get your ass over there and take Sango upstairs I’m going to beat the hell out of you!” he said through gritted teeth. For once in his life, Inuyasha was making an effort to not make a scene. It wasn’t easy. He hoped his brother appreciated the sacrifices he made for him. “I don’t care where the hell you take her, but get her the hell out of here! What are you trying to do?! Bury her reputation!!”

Miroku’s eyes had gradually widened as Inuyasha yelled at him ‘til they resembled the size of saucers. He took a quick glance at the huge clock on the far wall to his right.

He nearly choked at what he saw!

He couldn’t believe that much time had passed since they had come back in.

After he’d decided that he wouldn’t approach Sango to leave when he’d seen her laughing with her parents he’d made the choice to let her decide when they would leave. He knew she was still a little sore about not having a say in what happened in her life, all of them were if he wasn’t mistaken, so he figured he’d give her something that was hers alone.

They would not leave the reception until she was ready.

But, he had no idea she would take this long!

Did she not realize what she was doing to herself. Yes, he would share in the scandal, but it would ultimately hurt her more then him. She couldn’t stll be mad, could she? She was just in his arms and she hadn’t complained.

Perhaps it wasn’t a good idea leaving it up to her after all.

He looked over towards the table where she sat with her sisters and found that she was looking right back at him. Chocolate brown met violet. He wasn’t sure what her eyes were trying to tell him, but he knew one thing; he’d waited long enough to have his bride.

It was time to say goodnight to the guests.

Miroku slowly began to walk towards her; never releasing her gaze. He could feel his palms begin to sweat lightly as he drew closer. He was nervous. His surprise nearly stopped him in mid-stride when he realized that fact. He was never nervous when it came to women. He didn’t get his nickname ‘Houshi’ for nothing. The guys thought it was kind of funny, since he was the furthest thing from a monk as you could get…. but, only when it came to women. In any other sense of the title he probably could have been a monk.

He’d been accused of being sweet, charming and pretty insightful as many times as he was called lecherous and… other names.

He sighed when he saw one of his friends, Bankotsu, making his way over to him. Miroku stopped to exchange words with the long haired demon before he could keep moving. His mind on the woman watching him.

He was stopped two more times by more well wishers before he was allowed to continue on his way to the table. He knew it was more curiosity then it was a need to wish him and Sango well, he knew, that had everyone stopping him. Which was rude. So, if they could be rude, then so could he. He’d wasted no time on telling them what they could do with their ‘wishes’. He’d seen Sango turn to look at her sister for a few minutes from the corner of his eye, but now her eyes were back on him.

Miroku reached her side sooner then he expected and just stared down at her for a moment. His nerves had disappeared when he’d been waylaid by friends and curious guests, but now they were back and preventing him from saying anything to her. He knew she could read his intentions in his eyes. All he was able to do was extend his hand to her with a slight bow and pray that she took it and came with him.

******

She’d been sitting at the table with her sisters since she’d come back inside. After telling them that she needed to talk to them they had all decided to meet in their garden in the morning, early, as to not be disturbed. Then the conversation had turned to less important things, such as, the guest and what they were wearing, who was obviously interested in who (they also had a good laugh about Kouga and his ‘interest' in Kagome; which Kagome didn’t find funny at all!)

Sango had thought nothing of the time passing by until she felt the indistinctive feeling that she was being watched, When she’d taken a curious look around the room she discovered she was, indeed, being watched; by everyone.

But, when she’d dared to look directly at anyone the other person would immediately divert their eyes somewhere else. She didn’t know what that was all about.

“Do you guys know…” she began as she turned back to her sisters only to trail off at the looks they were giving her. It was the same as everyone else’s.

“What?”

“We’re just wondering when you plan on leaving?” replied Kikyo evenly. She was having a tough time around the guests and with all of their minds whirling around the same thing it was making it very difficult for her to concentrate. The different emotions flying around had caused her to make her inner shield stronger then usual. Even having Kagome near by wasn’t helping her.

She could feel everyone’s curiosity and speculation, not to mention some of their pity for her sister and others righteous anger on Sango’s behalf. She had to fight to not let anymore of it in.

Sango took in her sister’s detached look and tilted her head in thought. She wasn’t going to get any answers just by staring at Kikyo; she obviously had her walls on ‘impervious’.

“Leaving?” she looked from one sister to the other, “where would I be going?”

“Upstairs,” said Kagome helpfully with a half smile and a roll of her eyes. ‘And shes the oldest,’ Kagome smiled ruefully to herself as she waited for the ‘light of enlightenment’ to shine on her sister. She didn’t have to wait long.

“Why would I…” Sango began then her eyes widened, “oh.” As her cheeks tinged pink she realized just what her sisters, and everyone else, was waiting on. And from the looks of it, there was a time limit on these things… How much time was given to do these things anyway? And did Miroku know they were late?

She turned in her seat to find out and gave a small start as just when she’d landed her eyes on him he turned his head to look directly at her. She stared back at him as she felt her heart begin to beat faster. She could read that hungry look in his eyes even from where she was sitting and knew that meant that he was ready to leave as well.

More then ready.

Sango tried to swallow the lump that had suddenly formed in her throat as she watched Miroku begin to move towards her. She could feel her palms dampen as she tried not to fidget in her seat. He wasn’t taking his eyes off her as he was moving towards her and she suddenly had a the strange thought that she imagined this must be how a hare felt when it was being chased by a wolf. ‘Well, maybe not exactly like this, but damn close to it’, she thought as she wiped her palms on the skirt of her gown.

Maybe this wasn’t a good idea? Maybe they should wait a few more days? You know, more time to get to know each other…. Perhaps they were moving too fast? They’d only known each other for two weeks! Two weeks couldn’t possibly be enough time to do what he wanted to go do! She began to unconciously wring her hands as she quickly and methodically began to talk herself into a small panic attack. She had conviently forgotten that she’d just married the man she was sure two weeks wasn’t long enough to be contemplating going upstairs with.

Kagome and Kikyo exchanged knowing looks as they eyed their sister from across the table. They knew she was worrying herself into an attack and if they didn’t stop it she’d be hyperventilating soon. Their eyes darted to groom who was moving steadily towards his bride, and knew they had to do something quick or Sango’s wedding night was going to be ruined by Sango herself.

Kagome started giggling. When she saw Kikyo giving her questioning look she just shrugged and motioned for her sister to work with her.

Kikyo arched a finely shaped eyebrow in response.

Kagome rolled her eyes at her sister and moved from giggling to outright laughing as she focused her attention on her other sister. She nearly sighed in triumph when Sango turned her head to stare at her in question. She continued to laugh. But, when she noticed Sango’s curious look was turning to one of offended indignation her laughter lowered to a giggle that died to a sort of cough to a clearing of the throat.

And then there was silence.

“Whats so funny?” asked Sango quietly. She’d forgotten all about her worrying or about going upstairs. She just knew her sister had been in her thoughts again and Kagome knew she didn’t like her doing that without asking her first!

“Your face,” Kagome covered her smile with her hand. “You’re turning red!”

Kagome smothered another giggle as Sango arched a brow at her. She hated when they did that! She was the only one of the three of them who couldn’t lift her eyebrow like that. Even their parents could do it… and so could Sesshoumaru, she thought with a sulky sigh before she pushed his face from her mind. She was on a msssion right now. She had to continue to distract her sister for a couple minutes longer. Just until Miroku could get there and take the decision out of Sango’s hands. She had no idea she could fake laugh out of the blue like that. It was kind of weird laughing when there was nothing funny.

Until her sister turned around that was. Then Kagome had really been laughing because her sis’s face had really been red!

And if one more person stopped Miroku from getting to Sango she was going to really make a scene. ‘At least they’re all men…’, she thought with an inward sigh.

Sango grimaced, she guessed she should at least be happy that that meant her sister hadn’t been inside her head without her knowledge or permission.

“Remember that time when mama made you play the piano in front of the entire family when you were ten?,” Kagome smiled at the memory as she continued, “I didn’t think your face would ever return to its natural color you were so red!”

Kikyo smiled softly at the reminder. That had taken place not too long after they’d discovered that Kagome had the power to shield her from others as long as she was near enough to her sister for Kagome to do it. When they were younger and Kagome was still learning she had to stay by Kagome’s side for her shield to protect her. Now, as long as they were in the same room, she was alright with only Kagome’s help.

But, they’d been around others all day and the strain was taking its toll on the shield… and she could sense Kagome was gettng tired like everyone else.

Sango’s cheeks tinged even more red. Kagome’s mouth fell open in shock when she saw it happening. She didn’t think it was possible for her face to get any brighter.

“I’m glad you find it so funny Kagome,” Sango said with a slight frown, “I’ll remember that when it’s your turn to go upstairs.”

“Still thinking about that are you?” she wiggled her eyebrows. She stopped smiling when Sango gave her a withering look. “Oh, come on,” she cried in exasperation, “it can’t be that bad! You make it sound like your going to another country, never to return again.”

“Spoken in the words of a true innocent,” Kikyo interrated quietly. Kagome’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. She turned to Kikyo then and crossed her arms. “And you’re not?”

Kikyo had never experienced the ‘deed’ first hand, but through someone else… Well, lets just say it left more to be desired.

She answered Kagome’s question with a look. One that clearly said yes and if it’s up to me it’s going to remain that way.

Sango opened her mouth to speak when she felt someone standing behind her. She turned her head to the side to turn around in the chair when she saw the hand. His hand. She tilted her head back and came eye to eye with a very familiar pair of violet eyes.

Her mouth went dry as her panic attack began to show signs of life again.

She looked down at his hand again as she chewed her bottom lip. What to do? Sango figured she would just have to tell him that she wasn’t ready for that and that perhaps they should try again in another two weeks. She raised her eyes to his again, licked her lips and opened her mouth… and just sat there.

Sango could clearly see the desire in Miroku’s eye, not that he was trying to hide it, and she could also see the bit of fear too. What could he possibly be afraid of? She wondered what was going through his head as she stared up at him. Then she started to remember how nice it felt in his arms and how she enjoyed being kissed by him and how she felt all tinglely whenever he touched her in an inappropriate way (which, lets just face it, was often) and how she trusted him never to hurt her and ho- ‘Okay, I like him, I got it!’ She mentally shuck her head to stop that train of thought.

She sighed to herself as she saw the trust in his eyes that she knew was for her. There was something else there too, something she couldn’t identify, but it made her feel all warm inside and caused her to blush again. She smiled softly as she placed her hand in his and let him pull her from her seat.

Miroku released the breath he was holding. For a moment there he had had a sinking felling she was going to deny him and he had no idea what he was going to do when she did. But she didn’t. When she’d smiled up at him with her cheeks all pink from her blush he’d felt his heart melt all over again for her. So, when she’d placed her hand in his he’d grabbed at it as if it was a life line and nearly yanked her out of her seat. He didn’t want to give her any chance to do anymore thinking.

If there was at least one thing Miroku had learned about his new bride over the last two weeks it was that she had an amazing ability to quickly talk herself into a panic attack. It really was an extraordinary sight to see, but now wasn’t the time for his wife’s theatrics.

He felt it had something to do with the headaches she said she got sometimes. From what he saw, she got them more then sometimes. He couldn’t count how many times he’d come into a room and found her clutching at her head while her neko purred at her in worry.

He had to remember to make a point of making sure she told him about that now that they were married. Telling him it was just a simple headache wasn’t holding water anymore.

But, that could wait for now. He had something more important to do. Get his wife upstairs.

Sliding an arm around her waist he easily pulled her against his side as he turned to give his farewells and thank yous to the guest. He grinned at the yells of encouragement he was getting from many of the males in the crowd (the ones that weren’t standing next to their wives, sisters, or mothers). When he looked down at Sango he had to fight to keep his grin from turning into an out right smile when he saw the disapproving look she was giving him.

“Shall we bid our parents goodnight?” he asked, ignoring her frown. Sango sighed to herself as she gave a nod in agreement. She didn’t know why she even bothered to try, he was never going to change. She should just accept it now, her life would be so much easier.

She let him steer her in the direction of their parents as she smiled at their guests and accepted their congratulations. When they reached her parents she immediately flung herself in her mother’s arms. She buried her face in her mother’s neck as she breathed in her scent.

Vanilla and lilacs. Her mother always smelled like vanilla and lilacs. Ever since she was a girl her mom’s scent had always brought her and her sisters comfort just like their father’s more stronger scent of spice and brandy always made them feel safe.

“You’ll be alright sweetheart. You’ll see.”

Atsuki wrapped her arms around her daughter and hugged her tightly to her body. She could feel the slight trimbling of her daughter’s frame against her as she rubbed a hand up and down Sango’s back.

“Do not fear your husband darling,” she whispered softly into her daughter’s ear as she watched said husband hug his own mother goodnight. “He will not hurt you. Besides, your father would kill him if he tried.”

Sango smiled into her mom’s neck before taking a deep breath and stepping back.

“I know he wouldn’t mamma,” she agreed then she grinned as a twinkle came into her eyes, “besides I’d kill him if he tried.”

They shared a knowing smile then she moved to give her father a hug. She kissed her father’s cheek before wrapping her arms around his neck. “Thank you papa.”

Onigumo hugged her close as he glared at Miroku over her head.

Miroku turned from his father towards his bride and nearly started at the hostile look coming from Lord Higurashi. He blanched inwardly as he wondered what he could have done to bring that kind of reaction. He couldn’t believe it had to do with him wanting to bed his daughter could it? It’s not like they weren’t married now and not to mention this was his own fault. Not that Miroku was complaining, but Lord Higurashi Onigumo was named Naraku for nothing. He thought Kikyo was lovely and Kagome was beautiful, but Sango… Sango was enchanting. If he’d had a choice she was the sister he’d have chosen. Mentally shrugging off her father’s glare he met the Lord’s crimson orbs with a quirk of his brow before leading Sango back the way they came.

He waited patiently as she hugged her two sisters before he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room behind him.

******

Kagome sighed as she watched her sister and her new husband leave the room. She smiled softly as she thought about the way Miroku watched Sango when she wasn’t looking and he thought no one else was either. She was sure that Miroku loved Sango just as much as Sango loved him. Even if she wasn’t ready to admit it to him.

“Well,” sighed Kagome to her other sister, “that was nice.”

“Yes. Everyone will probably be leaving soon.”

Kagome hmm’d in agreement. She would have given anyting to be able to put her head down on the table.

“You know, for a moment there I thought Sango wasn’t going to allow him to take her out of here.”

“As did I,” replied Kikyo. “It would have been an interesting scene.”

“Hn. That’s one way to put it.”

Kikyo went still when she heard the familiar voice from behind her.

“Hello Inuyasha,” smiled Kagome. “Are you and your family leaving now?”

“Soon,” he replied as he sat in the seat beside Kikyo. “Kikyo.”

“Inuyasha,” she nodded stiffly in response.

She’d been avoiding him since she’d escaped him on the dance floor with the pretense of needing to speak with her father. She knew that was the one person he wouldn’t have dared try to accompany her to go see as she knew he wasn’t all that comfortable around her father. She’d had to get away from him for a bit because he gave her strange feeling in the pit of her stomach and made her feel too self-conscious. She didn’t understand what it was, but she didn’t like it. Not to mention, she found him rash and some what irresponsible, which made him annoying at times. She felt confused and inadequate; she didn’t know exactly haw to handle him.

“Oh,” nodded Kagome then her eyes snapped up to his. “Where’s your brother?”

Inuyasha grinned then. He knew that Kagome and his brother didn’t get along well since she found his brother arrogant and Sesshoumaru, in return, thought Kagome impertinent and disrespectful. If you asked him, he thought they were both right. He found their arguments to be entertaining. He liked Kagome’s fire and wouldn’t mind if just a little of it would rub off on Kikyo.

In truth, he argued with the youngest daughter more then his brother did. Sesshoumaru just tried to tell her what to do. He wondered when his brother was going to realize that Kagome wasn’t going to do whatever he told her to just because he told her to. She wasn’t like other girls. None of the sisters were.

“Why you wanna know where Sesshoumaru is at?”

Kagome grimaced, but she refused to speak bad about her intended. Her mother would kill her.

“No reason,” she shrugged, “just wondering.”

“Well since you’re just wondering,” his grin grew, “he’s behind you.”

Now it was Kagome’s turn to go absolutely still.

She knew she was tired now. No one was ever able to sneak up on her like that. Usually she could sense a person’s aura before they ever made it within ten feet of her. But, he was there. Now that Inuyasha had brought her attention to him, she could feel him directly behind her. Kagome could feel the brush of his aura against hers. It sent shivers down her spine.

Why did he always have this effect on her?

She kept her eyes trained on the table top as she heard him move to sit in the chair next to her. Kagome could feel his eyes on her. She could picture his golden eyes in her mind and had to fight not to fidget from such an intense look. She knew she couldn’t stare at the table forever; she’d have to look at him.

Kagome closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

She slowly turned her head to look at him. Gold held blue. Every time she looked at him she remembered the way he’d treated Kouga on the dance floor. Right in front of anyone who’d felt like looking… which was everyone. She was so embarrassed.

For the rest of the night every time she looked at any female she was met with a hostile glare. She couldn’t believe the effect he had, yes she’d heard about it and yes he was as beautiful as everyone said he was, maybe more so, but really he was not the nicest person in the world. She thought he was quite rude to be honest.

He also seemed to think she was there to cater to his every whim.

She continually had to tell him different.

Sesshoumaru stared down at the woman he was to marry sooner or later and gave an inward frown. She was beautiful he’d give her that, but beauty was easy. While she seemed to have an interesting affect on him, making him want to both wring her neck and protect her with his life, he didn’t much like her. He admired her spirit and he could sense great power in her, miko power, he didn’t much care for her impertinence. She’d actually had the audacity to tell him to go away.

His eyes flashed as he remembered the event from earlier.

*Flashback*

“You Sesshoumaru Masaharu, do not own me. And I will never concede in that.”

He brought his hand up to rub one long finger down the left side of her face lightly. He stopped at her chin and then slowly tipped her head back to meet his gaze.

“You are wrong Kagome Masaharu,” he’d replied to her comment as she caused a slight irritation to heat within him. “You belong to me. Your own hand made sure of that, my lady.”

He watched as anger darkened her eyes to a stormy blue. He could tell she didn’t appreciate his words. He didn’t much care though; it was no more then the truth. She was his.

“I belong to no one, Masaharu, least of all you.”

He could hear the restrained rage in her quiet tones as she was fighting to keep her temper in check. He wondered idly, how she functioned with so much emotion. Didn’t she find it exhausting and a complete waist of time and energy?

She really was intriguing.

“On the contrary,” he said softly as he held her close while he continued, “we are legally married. Which makes you, according to law, in a sense, my property.”

Sesshoumaru figured it was just a matter of time before she understood her position and where she stood with and begin to act accordingly.

“If you are looking for property my lord, I suggest you go else where,” she began as a blue flame ignited in her eyes, “because it will be a cold day in hell before I am any man’s possession.”

Such fire! He couldn’t help admiring her courage no matter how foolish he found it. No one, especially not a woman, had ever had the nerve to stand up to him as she did. And while he found the trait admirable it was not a trait he wanted in his wife.

He rubbed his palm softly along the soft skin of her neck as he gave her a look full of intent. He felt the bob of her Adam’s apple as she swallowed nervously; a shiver going through her body. It was about time she realized the ice she was walking on and showed a proper fear.

“I see you are beginning to learn your place, miko. This is good.”

She slowly brought her hand up to place it over the hand he had at her throat and silently pulled it away from her. “Go away Sesshoumaru, before I do something that I will have to apologize for later.”

He’d stood astonished at what she’d said. Sesshoumaru had been sure she was afraid a moment ago. He could smell coming from her in waves. What the hell happened?

They’d stared at one another for a few seconds longer, neither saying anything, before she’d raised her eyebrows at him and then turning on her heels and walking away from him.

*End Flashback*

Sesshoumaru had kept away from her the rest of the party though he had a feeling she had been avoiding him as well. He would make her pay for her treatment of him, that he had no doubt about.

“What?,” Kagome gave a slight start at the sound of the unexpected voice of her sister. She’d completely forgotten that Kikyo and Inuyasha was at the table.

Inuyasha held his hand out towards Kikyo. He liked flustering her, though you couldn’t tell by looking at her, he knew she was flustered. She only repeated herself when she was trying to figure him out.

“I said lets go dance.”

Kikyo looked at his out stretched hand then back at his eyes. She couldn’t get over how much he looked like Sesshoumaru, yet didn’t. They had the same eyes, but where Sesshoumaru’s were sometimes guarded, Inuyasha’s expressed everything.

“The reception is over, Inuyasha,” she answered evenly. She didn’t understand why he was putting this request to her. They had danced earlier. Besides, she wasn’t sure she was all that readly to be that close to him again so soon. Just sitting beside him was causeing her stomach to act a little funny. “People are leaving.”

Inuyasha didn’t even bother to look around him as she guestured towards the departing guests; they didn’t interest him. She did.

“The musicians are still playing,” he countered with an arch of his brow.

She, again, looked at his out-stretched palm. “For what purpose?”

Inuyasha heaved a sigh before taking her hand and pulling her from her seat. No one ever accused him of having a lot of patience. That was Sesshoumaru and Miroku’s department. He just viewed the word ‘patience’ as a hundred dollar word for ‘a waist of time’.

“To give the love birds some privacy.”

Kikyo looked over her shoulder at her sister when she heard a sharp intake of breath behind her as he hauled her away from the table. She watched as her sisters cheeks tinge pink, whether from embarrassment or indignation, she wasn’t sure as she had her shields completely up.

Inuyasha swung her around into his arms and settled her form lightly against his own. She immediately stiffened in his arms. He knew he was holding her a little closer then was really acceptable, especially since she was unmarried, society-wise if not technically, but he liked the feel of her against him.

“Relax,” he breathed into her ear. “I won’t hurt you.”

‘Hurt her?’ Like he could! It was not a fear of him hurting her that caused her to react stiffly to him, but something much more basic then that, but Kikyo still wasn’t quite sure what it was. She’d locked herself off from feeling out of protection that sometimes she didn’t understand her own. Especially when it was something she couldn’t recall feeling before. Not knowing made her uneasy and since it was because of him she didn’t know, he made her feel uneasy.

“I’m relaxed.”

And she was dammit! Or… she would be in a moment.

“No you’re not,” he grinned, “ the broom handle is in your spine again.”

She looked at him sharply before diverting her gaze to a spot on a spot somewhere to their left. She hated when he said that! Everytime she felt a little… cautious… around him he’d say her back would go completely straight. He’d resulted to calling it a ‘broom handle’.

There was nothing wrong with having good posture!

It had absolutely nothing to do with him.

They continued to dance in silence since she refused to even look at him. After a few minutes she unknowingly began to relas in his arms. Inuyasha could feel her fingers playing with the small hairs at the nape of his neck. It sent shivers down his spine. He had to consciously fight not to purr from the pleasure of her touch. He didn’t want to scare her stiff again. When he noticed the song coming to a close he slowly brought their dancing to a halt.

He had to tighten the arm he had around her waist when she immediately went to move away from him to keep her where she was.

“Kikyo?”

Inuyasha waited for her to look at him, but after a few moments when he realized she wasn’t going to, he let go of the hand that his other hand was holding and gently grasped her chin. He brought her head around and tilted her face to look at him.

“What will it take for you to trust me?” he asked when her hazel gaze met his.

She sucked in a breath then.

Her eyes flickered back and forth between his. She could see the sincerity in them. His eyes stayed locked on hers, unwaveringly, as he waited for her response. Kikyo, for the first time in her life, had no idea what to say. She had the sudden urge to lay her head on his chest and let him have whatever he wanted of her, but to allow him to get that close… to allow herself to get that close… would mean releasing the shields that she’d worked so hard to create. She wasn’t sure she was capable of doing that. He could be kind, irrational, sweet, impatient, quick to laugh, and even quicker to anger. He was loyal to those he cared for, and unforgiving to those who hurt them. He would give his life for a cause, a friend, and loved one. All that emotion… could be the end of her. Kikyo was literally frightened… yet he also made her feel safe when she allowed him to. She could tell he really wanted her trust. What scared her even more was that she wasn’t at all sure he didn’t already have it.

She had no answer for him, so she decided to answer his question with one of her own.

“What makes you think I don’t already?”

Inuyasha looked at her face. He took in the high forehead and the thin arched eyebrows the same shade of dark brown as her hair, the thickly lashed clear honey brown gaze that hid more then it showed, the small nose that was upturned just a bit at the tip, and then his favorite; her mouth. Her top lip was fuller then the bottom, which just screamed come nibble me. He desperately wanted to do just that, too. Then his eyes skimmed over her flawless skin that he knew felt just as soft and creamy as it looked. Lastly, the small pointed chin with its stubborn tilt, which he figured belied a stubbornness she had yet to display.

All in all, he liked what he saw, but he knew there was more to her then what was seen. He knew, though she seemed to be impassive and uncaring, that she really was just very guarded. She didn’t like to open herself up for whatever reason; she was like Sesshoumaru. Inuyasha knew what people called his brother when they thought he couldn’t hear; calling cold and unfeeling. What they didn’t know is that Sesshoumaru did feel, he felt a lot, but because of an incident in his past he didn’t much trust what his feelings told him anymore. With Kagome’s help, Inuyasha had hoped that that would all change; that she’d get what was beneath the mask.

With Kikyo, Inuyasha wanted to know what was beneath all the beauty, but she wouldn’t let him… because she didn’t trust him. He wasn’t going to give up though.

“I know you don’t,” he responded after returning his gaze to hers, “not yet.”

She’d seen him studying her face. She wondered what he saw when he looked at her. For some reason she got the feeling he saw more then what most people saw when looking at her; more then just her face.

“I’m not sure,” she answered honestly, “no one has ever asked before.”

Inuyasha nodded at that; he guessed that made sense. That also meant, in his mind since he was the first, that there was no right or wrong way to go about getting it.

And now seemed like a good time as any to start.

He leaned down, bringing his face closer to hers.

“Then let’s start here.”

Before she knew what was happening, and could move to stop the inevitable, his lips were on hers.

And the broom handle was back.

Inuyasha lightly ran a knuckle down her spine. He felt her shudder against him and smiled inwardly. She wasn’t as indifferent to him as she pretended.

Kikyo froze when his lips met hers.

She couldn’t believe how warm and soft his were. He seemed to be so hard everywhere else. When she felt something moist draw across her top lip the unexpected lurch in her stomach caused her to gasp in shock.

Inuyasha quickly took advantage of her surprise and swept his tongue inside her mouth to deepen the kiss. Her mouth was warm and tasted of honey and the wine that had circulated around the room all night. He boldly swiped his tongue across the roof of her mouth then softly over her own tongue; trying, unsuccessfully so far, to gently coax her into participating. While he enjoyed plundering her warm cavern he wanted to also know the feel of her mouth moving underneath his. He wanted her to kiss him back.

Kikyo felt a slow heat travel through her body as she melted against him. Her skin tingled as heart beat faster in her chest. She moaned softly as she felt the tightness in her breast when they brushed against him. She could taste as well as feel his desire as he gently nibbled on the swell of her top lip.

She went still then as her mind whirled inside her head.

His desire. She slowly slid her hands from around his neck and down his chest as she removed her lips from his. She kept her hands flat against his chest as if she was trying to decide whether to push him away or not. Kikyo lowered her head as she tried to understand and make sense of her thoughts.

I can feel his desire. Was it only his? Was any of it hers? Someone was angry; she could feel it. Kikyo looked up and around her as she remembered they had been dancing in front of anyone who happened to still be in the ballroom.

That meant he’d just kissed her in front of an audience.

But when she looked up only seven people remained in the room? Even the musicians had already left. The only ones who’d witnessed the kiss were her parents, his parents, Tanaka Hojo (thank God his sister wasn’t with him), and Kagome and Sesshoumaru who were still sitting at the table. Inuyasha could feel something was wrong. He followed her gaze as he tried to figure out what it was. His eyes fell on her father. He could see the anger and violence that was just below the surface. He dropped his arms from around Kikyo’s waist. Why was he so angry?

Kikyo realized the anger was coming from her father, she could feel her mother’s worry, Lady Masaharu’s curiosity and concern, Lord Masaharu’s confusion; he didn’t know whether to disapprove or take pride in what he’d seen. She had no idea why he’d want to feel proud. She could also feel Hojo’s astonishment and Kagome was worried for her… but not because of the kiss. Her sister could tell, somehow, that her shields were down. The only one she couldn’t feel anything from was Masaharu Sesshoumaru. She didn’t know what to make of that bit of information. Not that she could think straight anyway.

She could feel her panic growing inside her and had to fight to get control. She was scared, confused, upset, anxious, curious, happy, worried, lustful, hurt… she was so many things.

She couldn’t tell which feelings were hers, which belonged to Inuyasha, and which belonged to everyone else.

Kikyo touched the tips of her fingers to her lips as she felt a tear run down her cheek. She trembled slightly and could still feel her lips tingling from the touch of his as she sucked in a quiet breath. Kikyo slowly yet methodically built up her shields again.

Luckily they hadn’t been completely gone.

She quietly wiped the tear from her face as her trembling stopped. She needed to get out of there and away from him. She needed to think in peace where she could figure out what happened so she could make sure it never happened again.

Kikyo lifted her head and looked over at the Masaharus and gave them a nod before turning to her parents and doing the same. She smiled politely to Hojo then turned to her sister and Sesshoumaru. After giving him a respectful nod she exchanged a meaningful look with her sister before finally facing Inuyasha.

She stared into his golden gaze. She could see his concern as well as the questions that were written there, but mostly she could read his guilt. He wasn’t sure if he’d done the right thing. Kikyo felt a slight twinge in her chest as she stared into his guilty eyes. If only he had been confident. Confident enough not to have that look in his eyes, on his face, then maybe… maybe she’d… but, he didn’t. He wasn’t.

Now she had to on her own.

She returned her gaze to everyone else. “Goodnight,” she said softly, almost in a whisper then turned back to Inuyasha.

Inuyasha knew that look. Her mask was up; she was going to run. He had to stop her. He had to try.

“Kikyo…”

She took two steps back from him.

“Goodnight Inuyasha.”

Then quickly moving pass him, she exited the room.

Onigumo watched his baby all but run from the room then turned his crimson gaze on Inuyasha. His eyes darkened to the color of a pool of fresh blood; almost black. He took a threatening step towards him.

Only to be cut off by InuTaisho.

“What the hell are you thinking Higurashi,” his voice deadly. “You will not touch him.”

“Get the fuck out of my way Masaharu!”

At the table beside Kagome, Sesshoumaru silently stood as he heard his father’s refusal. His eyes were on Inuyasha, but anyone who knew him knew his attention was on his father and Naraku.

Kagome, not knowing why, also stood and silently slid her hand into Sesshoumaru’s. Her eyes never left his face. She knew her mother would not let a fight break out. For some reason, it was Sesshoumaru her heart worried for.

His hand gently closed around her much smaller one.

Inuyasha kept his eyes on his brother as he waited for the signal that would dictate his next move.

Onigumo’s hand moved down to rest on the hilt of the sword that never left his waist. He opened his mouth to giving a cutting reply only to shut it a moment later when his wife and Lady Masaharu move to stand between himself and InuTaisho.

Atsuki gave her husband a look from beneath her lashes as she grasped a tight hold on her temper. She knew he was just trying to defend his daughter. She was trying not to hold the fact that Kikyo didn’t need defending against him.

He was a father who loved his daughters very much.

Ryumi was having similar thoughts about her own Lord husband.

“No.”

“Stop it.”

“But, Atsuki.”

“No, Onigumo,” she repeated softly but firmly.

Onigumo didn’t understand. Why was she protecting that filthy dog?“He hurt her!”

“How?” she asked with an arch of her brow as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Tell me how he hurt her and I will gladly step aside, ‘cause all I saw was a kiss. How was she hurt by that?”

“He... she...I...” he was getting frustrated because he couldn’t explain it, but Onigumo knew what he saw. And he saw his baby cry for the first time in a long time.

“He didn’t hurt her Oni. Yes, he’s brought some things to light that she was not prepared for, but the blame for that is not his. Now she must learn what it means and what it means for her. This was bound to happen sooner or later sweetheart, no matter who it was. Be thankful it was Inuyasha and not someone… else.” Someone who didn’t care about Kikyo or her feelings was left unsaid.

“She’s hurting, Atsuki,” he sighed. “My baby is hurting.”

“Yes,” her eyes were sad for her daughter. She knew Kikyo was very confused right now, but she knew her middle child needed to understand on her own at her own pace. “But, only for now. She needs this. She needs to understand what it means. Until then, we can not help her.”

“But...”

“Don’t worry,” she interrupted, “just because we can’t help her doesn’t mean someone else can’t. Someone, who knows and understands her... unique qualities,” she tried to explain without having to actually give anything away to those in the room who didn’t know about Kikyo and her sister’s abilities. “She will have the help she needs.”

Onigumo took his wife’s meaning and slowly let his hand fall from his side. He looked over his wife’s Lady Masaharu’s head to Lord InuTaisho. He could see the questions and the curiosity in his eyes, but kept his face blank. Not allowing his face to show any signs of having noticed that something else was being said then what had been said aloud, he quietly nodded then walked from the room.

Silence reigned as they all watched him leave.

After a moment Lady Masaharu spoke.

“Well, I think its time we returned home,” she gave a strained smile. “The reception was lovely Atsuki and the wedding… the wedding was interesting.”

Atsuki smiled at the twinkle in Ryumi’s eyes and was given an answering smile in return.

“Yes, well,” she swallowed her laugh, “the next one is your turn Ryumi. Good luck! I dare say you’ll need it.”

“I’m inclined to agree.”

With a bow to everyone and a soft goodnight Atsuki moved to the door. She paused to give her last remaining daughter a telling look before continuing out the opening.

Kagome, understanding her mother’s look, lightly squeezed the hand she was holding. On impulse she raised up on to her toes and reaching a hand up she tugged on Sesshoumaru’s braid bringing him towards her. She placed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, her lips only slightly touching his, before releasing him. She felt his hand give her hand a squeeze in return before releasing it.

She wondered briefly if it was intentional or not. She watched as he stared down at her, face impassive, and unknowingly wondered the same thing about this brother that her sister wondered about Inuyasha: What does he see when he looks at me?

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Then she turned and bidded everyone goodnight as she moved to politely lace her arm through Hojo’s.

“I’ll walk you out Hojo-kun as the front entrance is on my way.”

It wasn’t, but he didn’t know that. With a smile and a curtsy to Lord Masaharu she left the rest of the Masaharu family alone in the ballroom.

No one spoke until the sound of Hojo’s blushing chatter was gone.

“I think,” began InuTaisho thoughtfully, “that there is more to the Higurashi daughters then what it appears. We know the youngest girl, Kagome, is a miko, perhaps the other two have secrets as well.” He looked around from the two of his sons that were present to his wife. “Do you think there is perhaps some truth to the stories about them?”

“Do you, father?” asked Inuyasha skeptically. He wasn’t sure about the rumors himself, but he did think there was something the Higurashis weren’t telling them.

The confrontation between Lord and Lady Higurashi was proof of that.

Onigumo tilted his head to the side in deep thought for a moment before responding.

“I think there may be,” he nodded then looked at his wife who also had a look of contemplation on her face. “Ryumi, what do you think?”

All three males waited for her answer. They’d to come to learn, from experience, that she always noticed the things they missed. And she was usually right.

“I think,” she finally began slowly, “that if what you are suggesting is true, and there are some truths to the stories, then I doubt Kagome’s secret is her miko powers.”

“But, the stories say they have secret powers; abilities. And that those powers are very strong, as well as those cats of theirs.”

“Yes, which means there is much more to that little girl and her sisters then you think.”

“We need to know what they are.”

“Hmm,” she agreed, if only because her sons could be in danger. Even though she seriously doubted that, she still wanted to be sure.

Sesshoumaru agreed with his mother completely. There was much more to Higurashi Kagome then met the eye and he was willing to bet that went for the other two sisters too.

“Do you think Miroku might…” began Inuyasha curiously.

“Know Sango’s secret?” finished Ryumi. At Inuyasha’s nod she shuck her head no. “I doubt your brother would have pulled that stunt with that maid if he knew what Sango could do. He didn’t even know about that large weapon of hers. You saw the look of surprise on his face.”

Sesshoumaru arched a brow at the admiring tone in her voice. His mother was so predictable. She always liked a woman who could take care of herself. She always said a woman should not be idle.

“Sesshomaru,” said Onigumo turning to his son, “you haven’t said anything. What do you think?”

“I think the Higurashis aren’t telling us something.”

They all shared a look that clearly stated they would find out what those secrets were before they all moved towards the door to leave.

*Upstairs*

Sango stood before Miroku in a flimsy white satin and lace night gown that only feel to mid thigh. She felt horribly exposed as he stared at her and she tried not to fidget in embarrassment. He stood in front of her, his shirt hanging loose from his pants, as he took her image in from head to toe.

Mroku’;s eyes ran over the long elegance of her throat to the milk curve of her cleavage that was visible above the lace of the low heart shaped neckline of her nightgown. He could easily see the curve of her full breasts outlined through the satin fabric. His eyes roamed slowly down her waist and came to a stop at the junction of her thighs as he tried to see if he could see her through the gown. He finally continued on down to where the satin of the gown stopped and the silk of her lightly tanned thighs began.

She had legs that went on forever. Miroku was getting hot just imagining them wrapped around him as she took him into her moist heat. He could feel his pants getting tighter just thinking about it. He slowly brought his eyes back to hers and waited for the sign that he could touch.

Sango could feel her skin tingle everywhere his eyes had touched as he’d roamed her body. She’d even felt moisture grow between her legs when his eyes had stop there and lingered. She was getting hot. She could read the question in his eyes and she was thankful that he was letting this go at her pace.

Sango closed her eyes and took in a deep breath before opening her eyes again and lifting her gaze to his.

She gave him a small nod.

Miroku saw the nod and from the light of the candles he could see that there was still some nerves in her eyes, but they were clear. She was finally ready.

Thank Kami.

He loved the way her skin looked in fire light, as if it was dusted with gold fairy dust. He slowly lowered his head and grazed his lips over hers once, twice, three times, before her lips parted slightly. He delicately ran his tongue over the parted seam between her lips asking for entrance. When she parted her lips more he slowly took the kiss deeper. Miroku felt her tremble and quickly stepped closer to her, closing whatever gap that was left between their bodies. She whimpered into his mouth when his arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her flush up against his body; pulling her to her toes.

Sango sucked in a breath, or tried to, when her nipple was rubbed against the fabric of her gown by his solid chest. Her knees turned to jelly and she had to throw her arms around his neck when all that was holding her up was his arms around her waist.

Miroku finally broke off the kiss as the need for air could no longer be ignored. He brought a hand up and ran a thumb over her bottom lip before bending down and swinging her legs up.

He carried her over to the bed then.

Placing her gently in the middle of his four-poster bed he gently tugged on one of the thin straps of her nightgown.

“I’d like to take this off of you now, if that’s alright,” he whispered huskily.

Sango connected eyes with him before nodding.

“Alright.”

He ran one long finger softly down her arm to her hand, then grasping her hand in his he pulled her to a sitting position. He leaned down a grabbed the hem of the fabric, and pulling it out from under her, he slowly pulled it over her head. He watched as her long hair settled back around her shoulder, some locks coming to rest over her breast.

Miroku gently pushed her hair back over her shoulder behind her back. Then he leaned forward and once more took her mouth with his as he slowly lowered her back down onto her back. Then pulling back a bit he silently looked down her body.

“Beautiful.”

Sango could feel her cheeks turn red as she heard what he said. Then she moaned softly when he leaned down and licked her gently behind her ear. He nibbled his way down her neck alternating between gently nipping, kissing, and licking. He softly ran his tongue along her collar bone before continuing downward. She sighed when he kissed over the top of her breast then gently nipped the peak with his teeth.

She sucked in an audible breath then shuddered when he licked the nipple with the flat of his tongue. He gently kissed the underside of her breast before trailing his way back to the top with the tip of his tongue. He flicked at the nipple with his tongue once, twice, three times then slowly sucked the whole thing into his mouth.

Sango’s body arched completely off the bed when he suckled her as she groaned deep in her throat. She felt a pull from between her legs when he did the same thing to her other breast. She squeezed her thighs closed as she felt the moisture down there grow. Then they fell open again as he began to move down her stomach. When he dipped his tongue into the cavern of her bellybutton her hips lifted toward him of their own accord.

Sango’s head thrashed back and forth as Miroku moved further down over her body. She gave another whimper when his tongue ran over her abdomen.

Miroku gently pushed her thighs open so he could settle between them. He sat up and removed his shirt before leaning back down and began to kiss over her thighs and down her legs, pressing a kiss to the arch in her foot. Moving his lips back up the inside of her legs he stopped at the heart of her. He lightly breathed onto the moist flesh and felt her shudder beneath him before moving to shower her other leg with the same attention.

He couldn’t believe how wonderful her skin tasted. He couldn’t get enough of her. He quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants while he worked on her other leg. The friction was killing him, but he was determined to make this the best night ever for her.

When he came to the apex between her legs again he buried his nose in her coarse hairs.

When Sango felt his lips graze her most private area she immediately moved to close her thighs, but his body was in her way preventing her from doing just that.

Miroku was dying. He desperately wanted to taste her she was so close. Her scent was intoxicating, but he knew she wasn’t ready for that lesson. He knew he shouldn’t do what he wanted to do, but he could resist a small taste. Just to hold him over until he can get her beneath him again. He languidly ran the flat of his tongue over her moist folds, pulling her hidden flower and its nectar into his mouth.

“MIROKU!!”

Sango screamed his name at the feel of his tongue and the heat of his mouth against her. She shuddered violently as her lower half arched up towards him. Her body was on fire she was so hot. She could feel something building within the pit of her stomach as she moaned. Sango wasn’t sure how much more of it she could take.

Miroku, slowly kissing and licking her abdomen, gently eased one long finger into her heat. He quickly moved up her body to nip at her lip as he moved his finger slowly in and out of her. When he felt her body was getting use to him he added another finger.

He slowly spread the two fingers within her then settled his mouth firmly over hers when she screamed out.

“AHHHHHH!!!”

Miroku added a third finger as he moved down to take one of her hardened buds into his mouth. He suckled her completely as he moved his fingers in and out of her in a dance that he planned on repeating with his own body. He could feel her moving closer and closer to the edge.

He moved up next to her head.

“Let go Sango. I have you,” he whispered gently to her.

And in the next moment he watched her shatter around his fingers as her juices ran down his hand.