I AM SO SORRY EVERYONE FOR THE LATENESS OF THIS CHAPTER.

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Chapter 27

I've just sent in an application to work at the local book store. I'm not sure I really want to work, but I really need the money and they need the holiday help. So I've applied. Inuyasha's applied with me so that he doesn't have to mooch.

I wonder how long it'll take them to get back to me?

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Turns out, it's only about a day. I have a job. I start on Monday.

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I want to do something for Sango. I mean, I know we're providing food and crap for her, but still. I want to do something special. I want to take her to a nice place, pay for her. Treat her like a queen.

She's in the shower now. Should I wait until she comes out?

Nah.

I made my way across the monastery to the bathroom next to Sango's room where water could be heard pounding away at the tile. I rapped my fingers lightly on the door.

"Yeah?" came her voice.

I opened the door a crack and poked my head in, not looking at the tempting outline on the shower curtain.

"Sango, let's go out tonight."

"Where?" she said loudly so as to be heard over the water.

"Somewhere nice."

"Can we decide when I'm done?"

"Of course." I turned my face to smile at her instinctively.

Bad move.

She was silhouetted perfectly against the nearly-opaque shower curtain. It was a profile shadow, her elbows by her hair as she either washed or rinsed it, her breasts sticking out as she reached upward, and her backside curving perfectly.

It was purely instinct when I walked over to the end of the shower and stuck my head in, under the stream of water, and kissed her.

"Miroku–!" she began before I caught her lips. After a few seconds, she tangled her fingers in my hair, pricking my scalp with her long nails. I soon realized that my shirt was getting wet, so I pulled back, much to her dismay.

I quickly pulled off my shirt, pants, boxers and socks and stepped into the shower, reattaching my lips to hers. I cupped her cheek roughly with my hand and shoved the tips of my fingers into her sopping hair.

We parted our lips simultaneously and I slid my tongue into her mouth, kissing her for all I was worth. She pressed herself against me, seemingly unintentional, and I pressed my arousal against her, brushing the tip between her legs. I couldn't tell if she was wet from the shower or from her own arousal, so I brushed her a bit harder and, when a moan escaped her mouth, knew it was a mixture of both.

I almost plunged into her right then and there, so overtaken by the allure of it all, but I wondered if she would be ok with it.

"Sango..."

"Please, Miroku," she gasped into my mouth. That was certainly enough for me. I rammed myself into her, loving the silky feel of her around me and the way her chest grated against mine. I almost didn't want to move, it felt so good being so close, but it would get us nowhere if we just stood there, so I started out slow, wanting to hear her beg again.

She didn't disappoint.

"Miroku," she groaned, gripping my shoulder blades with her sharp and dripping nails.

"Sweetheart, are you comfortable?" I whispered sweetly into her ear.

"Yes," she bit out, digging her nails into flesh. Ouch. Maybe I should cooperate.

"You sure?"

Heh, or not.

"Yes, dammit."

"I love you."

"I love you t–hhhnnnnnng!" She clung even tighter as I finally complied, slamming into her hard enough to send us crashing into the wall.

"We must look like idiots," I panted into her ear.

"Who the hell is watching?"

I smiled and went easier on her, slowing to a comfortable pace for both of us standing, propped against the shower wall.

"Miroku!" she gasped, clenching more tightly around me as she came closer to her orgasm. When she finally did, I let go of the choke-hold I'd been keeping on my own pleasure and let myself climax, pulling out as I did and letting everything drip into the bathtub.

Since we were in a shower and Sango was too busy panting all over me to get herself clean, I decided to do us both a favor and finish up washing. Once I'd turned off the water and patted us both dry, I sat her on the rug on the floor and went to drying her hair, running my fingers through it, rubbing and massaging her scalp.

The sounds she was making, I was wondering if she didn't enjoy this more than sex. The thought disturbed me because I certainly liked the sex better. But, honestly, this was really nice. Of course, we were both naked, which almost made it nicer, but it was nice to just make her happy.

"So where would you like to go on a date?" I murmured as I brushed her dry hair.

Her stomach gave a loud grumble. "Dinner," she replied and I chuckled.

"Where?"

"Don't care."

By the time we were dressed and ready to go, we had decided on a small, not too expensive restaurant that wasn't too far away.

It was quite good, we held hands while we ate and shared dessert. We even made out during the shared dessert. We must have been getting quite into it without realizing, since the older couple sitting next to us gave me a revolted look when I leaned back into my seat.

It was really romantic.

After I'd paid and we'd left, we took a stroll along the road. It was really nice out, breezy and clear. There were lots of stars and the sky was almost black. Occasionally, headlights cut through the darkness, but then they, too, were swallowed up.

I thought I saw a hooker walking along the side of the road and pointed her out to Sango. She laughed and squeezed my hand. The woman looked like she might have already been successful. She was hardly wearing anything that I could see and her hair was disheveled.

Then she walked under a street lamp.

I went "HRRRNNNGGG" and then Sango looked over and sort of went "urp," then we immediately switched sides.

"Sango, whatever you do, look either straight ahead or to the right," I whispered, suddenly fearful.

She nodded and looked immediately to the right, not even chancing looking ahead.

"What if she sees me?" she whispered.

"Call the police," I whispered back.

"If we do that, they'll force me into foster care."

"They can't. You'll be 18 in a few months. You can live with me. I think."

"I don't want to take the chance."

I didn't want to either.

"She's almost out of our sight," I whispered as she got closer to being parallel to us. "Quick, if we make out, she won't be able to see your face." I grinned as Sango protested, but there was no arguing that I was right, so I grabbed the back of her skull and made sure she remembered that I was the best kisser she'd ever dated.

She definitely remembered.

Soon, her fingers were in my hair, our thighs were locked between each others, and I could feel her through her shirt. Hotaru was probably a mile away before we realized that we were still in the middle of the sidewalk and let go of each other.

It took us a very long time to get home since my walking was hindered.

When we finally did get home, all we did was take our walking issues to my bedroom, under the covers.

"I feel rebellious," Sango sighed as we finally just laid together.

"Is that what that feeling is?" I asked playfully. "I've felt like this for years."

She slapped my arm, laughing.

"You're a dirty little man-whore, you know that?"

"'Dirty little man-whore.' I like it." I moved my hand from around her waist to play with her boobs for a bit. She makes the most satisfying sounds.

"I don't think we should go out anymore," she breathed, my hands still working.

I frowned. "By 'go out', what do you mean?" I'd never been dumped in bed before. Not that I thought Sango was dumping me. At least, I hoped she wasn't dumping me.

"I mean, tonight was too close, with Hotaru and all. I think that, until I turn 18, we should keep all our dates to the monastery."

OH. Well, if that was all...

I grinned. "You mean, doing things like this?" I nipped her neck and brought one hand between her legs to tease her there.

She gasped. "Exactly. Oooooh!" Heheheheh. I am the sexiest thing ever and she knows it. I also have long fingers...which she is about to find out.

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