Drabble - "Priestly Duties"
Sango broke away first, eyes wide as she stared at him. After a long moment, she hissed, "Aren’t you supposed to be a priest?"
He laughed, drawing a hand through her long hair. She shivered as his nails dragged across her scalp. "Not yet, I'm not." Miroku pulled her into another heated kiss before breathlessly adding, "I haven’t made that vow yet." He curved his head down to press his mouth against her neck boldly. She clung to his robes, gasping in surprise.
"Priests, even priests-in-training...are supposed to have an intimate understanding of what God wants, aren’t they?" Her eyes closed when his teeth grazed her clavicle. "I wonder what God is saying to you now..."
Miroku rose to meet her eyes, grinning. "That's easy. 'Be fruitful and multiply,' of course." To illustrate his point, his hand cupped her bottom suggestively.
She slapped him
"You ought to be excommunicated, post haste."
"Amen to that."