Prompt 28: Charm
Title: Midnight Interlude
Author: Lily the Frog Princess(kungfoopuppy)
Rating: K
Prompt: Charm
Summary: I blame aamalie for this. If you read this, aamalie, you should know why! ;) Miroku says goodbye to the woman whose love he managed to earn. AU. Additional notes for this fic can be found HERE.
Word Count: 624
I'm nervous about this as my first entry here so I hope you guys like it! *bites nails*
Standing above her bed, Miroku looked down at the lovely woman who was peacefully asleep in the sheets.
Sango’s long brown hair was floating above her head in a soft halo, framing her pale face. Her eyelashes were dark against the apples of her cheeks. He couldn’t ignore the gentle rise and fall of her breasts beneath the thin sleeping tunic she wore, as much as he knew he should. She was off limits, after all.
Despite this fact, he reached out to rest his fingers gently against her cheek, her skin warm and soft beneath his. He was hardly surprised when her eyes fluttered open, and she jolted up in bed, not recognizing his shadow in the dark room.
“Shh, Lady Sango, it’s just me,” he whispered, stepping closer to that the moonlight slanted across his face. Sango let her breath out in relief, holding a hand to her heart.
“You scared me. What on earth are you doing in here so late?” she asked, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed.
Miroku glanced away. “I came to tell you goodbye.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “What?”
“Sango, I can’t stay here. Your father knows about us. Your brother knows. Even your maids know. It won’t be long before your husband-to-be finds out.”
Her knees trembled as she stood, facing him properly. “I thought I told you I didn’t care anymore, Miroku. I thought I told you, I love you!”
Miroku sighed, a hint of smile crossing his lips as he remembered a time not too long ago, when she would have chewed her own leg off before she let such words fall from her mouth. She had been nothing but resistant to his charms in the beginning.
Perhaps he really was too charming for his own good, as Inuyasha had once told him.
He went over to her, gently clasping her arms. “I love you too, Sango. But what can I do, short of kidnapping you? Either way, I would eventually be punished for seducing you and sentenced to death.”
“You didn’t seduce me,” Sango said firmly, looking into his eyes.
“Didn’t I?” Miroku looked back, his violet gaze boring into hers. “I have been very forward with you from the beginning, Sango, and though you resisted my efforts you still ended up in my bed.” He held up a finger to silence her when she tried to speak. “Let me finish. The crown shall be yours soon. You are meant to be a queen for your people, not the wife of a man with no status. Sango, I would have loved nothing more than to be your husband. I would have remained faithful to you until death. But you must marry Kuranosuke, and spare this country a senseless war.”
Sango clenched her fists, her eyes glinting with anger in the sparse light. She was tired of hearing the same words, over and over. He sounded just like her father, and everyone else who had warned her not to get close to Miroku. She was sick of obeying them all, sick of feeling like she was tied to one fate.
“Can’t I just think of myself for once?”
Her quiet words didn’t register at first in his mind, and when they did he suddenly found her right in front of him, her face inches from his. Her arms slipped around his neck and his wrapped around her waist of their own accord. He kissed her gently when she tilted her face up towards his, and let his worries drown under the sweet scent of her skin.
Author: Lily the Frog Princess(kungfoopuppy)
Rating: K
Prompt: Charm
Summary: I blame aamalie for this. If you read this, aamalie, you should know why! ;) Miroku says goodbye to the woman whose love he managed to earn. AU. Additional notes for this fic can be found HERE.
Word Count: 624
I'm nervous about this as my first entry here so I hope you guys like it! *bites nails*
Standing above her bed, Miroku looked down at the lovely woman who was peacefully asleep in the sheets.
Sango’s long brown hair was floating above her head in a soft halo, framing her pale face. Her eyelashes were dark against the apples of her cheeks. He couldn’t ignore the gentle rise and fall of her breasts beneath the thin sleeping tunic she wore, as much as he knew he should. She was off limits, after all.
Despite this fact, he reached out to rest his fingers gently against her cheek, her skin warm and soft beneath his. He was hardly surprised when her eyes fluttered open, and she jolted up in bed, not recognizing his shadow in the dark room.
“Shh, Lady Sango, it’s just me,” he whispered, stepping closer to that the moonlight slanted across his face. Sango let her breath out in relief, holding a hand to her heart.
“You scared me. What on earth are you doing in here so late?” she asked, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed.
Miroku glanced away. “I came to tell you goodbye.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “What?”
“Sango, I can’t stay here. Your father knows about us. Your brother knows. Even your maids know. It won’t be long before your husband-to-be finds out.”
Her knees trembled as she stood, facing him properly. “I thought I told you I didn’t care anymore, Miroku. I thought I told you, I love you!”
Miroku sighed, a hint of smile crossing his lips as he remembered a time not too long ago, when she would have chewed her own leg off before she let such words fall from her mouth. She had been nothing but resistant to his charms in the beginning.
Perhaps he really was too charming for his own good, as Inuyasha had once told him.
He went over to her, gently clasping her arms. “I love you too, Sango. But what can I do, short of kidnapping you? Either way, I would eventually be punished for seducing you and sentenced to death.”
“You didn’t seduce me,” Sango said firmly, looking into his eyes.
“Didn’t I?” Miroku looked back, his violet gaze boring into hers. “I have been very forward with you from the beginning, Sango, and though you resisted my efforts you still ended up in my bed.” He held up a finger to silence her when she tried to speak. “Let me finish. The crown shall be yours soon. You are meant to be a queen for your people, not the wife of a man with no status. Sango, I would have loved nothing more than to be your husband. I would have remained faithful to you until death. But you must marry Kuranosuke, and spare this country a senseless war.”
Sango clenched her fists, her eyes glinting with anger in the sparse light. She was tired of hearing the same words, over and over. He sounded just like her father, and everyone else who had warned her not to get close to Miroku. She was sick of obeying them all, sick of feeling like she was tied to one fate.
“Can’t I just think of myself for once?”
Her quiet words didn’t register at first in his mind, and when they did he suddenly found her right in front of him, her face inches from his. Her arms slipped around his neck and his wrapped around her waist of their own accord. He kissed her gently when she tilted her face up towards his, and let his worries drown under the sweet scent of her skin.