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When; November 26, early evening.
Rating; PG-ish.
Characters; Sango (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
boomerang_girl); Miroku (hottesthoushi)
Summary; Miroku intends to give Sango 'the talk'. (He's so weird, y'all.)
Log;
Miroku stood in the doorway of his bedroom, trying to work up the courage to talk to Sango about what... Kitty-san had suggested they talk about. It was, he admitted, probably something they did need to discuss, but it wasn't something that was easy to discuss. He never thought he'd find himself, certified ladies man with the goal of fathering ten or twenty children unable to talk about sex, but here he was. He supposed, perhaps, that it was the situation in which it was going to be discussed. He'd never sat down and so frankly chatted with the woman he loved about... all that. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Okay. This is important. You'd rather she knew beforehand than to have to surprise her with it all on the night, right? Right...
"Sango?" he called, stepping out into the living room.
Sango was very close to figuring out the television, she figured. She couldn't figure out how those people were getting onto the screen, but she had definately gotten past the point of thinking that there were some sort of imps, or some other manner of small monster, acting as people inside of that boxed machine. Either way, she'd figured out how to turn it on and off, and realized that she could change what was being displayed and the volume. It was odd, it was versitile, and she liked to fiddle with it when there was nothing else to be done.
She snapped the T.V. off when she heard Miroku's voice at the edge of the living area (there wasn't anything interesting on, really), and turned smiling, sitting cross-legged on the floor, "Yes, houshi-sama?" Her expression slipped a little, though, when she saw how serious he looked, a bit nervous, "Are you alright?" She stood, taking a couple of steps towards him as if to gain a better look.
"Everything's alright," Miroku said, fighting the urge to take a step back. He took another deep breath, then gave her a friendly smile. "Can we talk?" he said, trying to keep his voice calm. When she had given him that smile, it hit him in his chest how very real she was. They weren't just... talking, they were going to talk about something that would happen soon... This made him feel even more nervous, and he settled on the floor and patted the spot next to him.
It also didn't help that part of him was worried she'd smack him for saying such perverted things.
She believed that nothing was wrong, was she wasn't completely convinced that everything was alright. Sango fixed him with a steady look, almost suspicious, before sighing softly and sitting again, legs tucked under her neatly. "Of course," she answered his question primly, folding her hands in her lap and waiting with an air of expectancy.
Miroku reached over and took one of her hands in his own and began stroking her knuckles with his thumb. He tried to begin, but couldn't make the words come out at first. He cleared his throat nervously, turned to look at her, then looked away. "Sango... We're getting married."
She sat plainly, confused at his nerves now more than anything. He was usually straight-forward; even his proposal to her had been quite open and casual, though it had been enough to reduce her to tears. The fact that he was nervous, side-stepping somehow, baffled her a bit. "Yes." She nodded once, a signal for him to continue.
"And... You know about... what that generally entails, don't you?" Did she? Well. Not first hand, certainly... But most people knew where babies came from, and so he could assume she at least knew that. Of course, there was more than 'insert this into this and nine months later...' to it all, and that's where this conversation was heading. A large part of him would much rather show her than sit here and talk about it, but it was important she knew what was coming. They were going to be married - they needed to be open with each other. Right? Right.
She looked confused for a moment. What was it he meant by what that entails? Housing? Cooking? Not beating your husband for any lewd act? Children?
Oh. Ooh. Was he...? She would have giggled, if she were completely sure, and if he didn't look so bent-up about it. "Yes." She answered again, with a smile that she'd hoped was reassuring. She had a younger brother, after all, and her parents kept no secrets so far as where children came from. She'd known older, gossip-full girls in the village, as well. She wasn't ill-educated on the matter.
"So..." He looked at her seriously. "You know what happens, don't you?" He was a little relieved, honestly. She didn't seem too phased by it - That was good! It would make things easier when the time came, and certainly for this conversation.
"So..." He looked at her seriously. "You know what happens, don't you?" He was a little relieved, honestly. She didn't seem too phased by it - That was good! It would make things easier when the time came, and certainly for this conversation.
"You mean..." She trailed off, still not completely sure what he was going after. Pregnancy was easy enough to keep tabs on, really. A mother concieved and cultivated a child in the womb for some time, and then gave birth. That was easy enough, and everyone knew that. Was he... merely concerned because the process was known to be painful? But, everyone knew that, too. So... "You mean so far as to concieve children?" She took a moment to search for the right word, "Intercourse?"
She could feel her face warm a little at the thought, really. Miroku was... just sitting right there, and trying to talk to her about sex, because... "Yes." She answered again, with a smile that tried to push the flush from her face, "It's not that hard to figure out, Houshi-sama."
Miroku blushed, surprising himself. Was it really that embarassing? He'd done the act before, and many more things that came very close and were just as enjoyable before he'd even met Sango. It wasn't anything to blush over! "I know it's not, I just..." He squeezed her hand gently and shrugged. "The first time... For girls, it hurts. You know that, don't you?" He shifted so that he was turned to face her more, and placed his other hand on hers so that he held one of her hands between both of his. "I didn't want to spring it on you all of a sudden when it happens..." He said, gazing tenderly at her.
Her attempts to ward off her blushing definately were not working. Even though she did, indeed, already know these things, the thought that the man she'd finally intended herself for was speaking about such items... Well, it brought those far-away fancies closer. "I do." She said quietly, "I had an older cousin, on my mother's side, who married not too long before..." She trailed off for a second, frowning momentarily before returning to her thought. "She knew that I was next, my whole family thought so, so... She and some of the other women told me what they thought I should know." It was her turn to lift her spare hand and place it over one of his, already grasping her other.
"Ah..." The thought of Sango marrying someone else made him both angry (Nobody was really worthy of her.) and a little proud (She was his now~!) but he also felt bad. He didn't intend to make her remember anything that might make her sad. He took one hand away and brushed some of the hair from her face and smiled warmly. "I'm glad, then. It's a little intimidating at first, I'm sure..."
She nodded, "Yes, but I've had fair warning." Without thinking, she tilted her cheek into his hand, lips just making it to the base of his palm, and she kissed playfully, little noise and all. "Besides." She was glad to feel her blush finally fading; it'd been making her near-figity. "I'm a demon-slayer, Houshi-sama," She smiled a little wider, feeling a bit of renewed confidence concerning the issue. "I slice monsters to pieces with the hiraikotsu; I can assure you that a little... virginal pain isn't so intimidating as all that."
Miroku smiled, feeling a happiness in his chest when she kissed his hand like that. She was cute... When she spoke, he blushed again and nodded. "I suppose you're right," he said, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "I'm glad you know all about it already." ...Wait. "Well, not all about it, because of course you don't... I mean, you know enough! But I'd..." No more talking, Miroku.
She broke into a fond smile again, "It's fine, Houshi-sama." It was a bit odd to see him so flustered, especially when she'd come to know him as a mostly-calm person. "No worries, hm? I might be a bit nervous, and certainly not experianced, but I've at least been told what's in store for me."
"Okay," he said finally, his smile widening with hers. "I won't worry, then." He pulled his hands away, then wrapped his arms around her in a warm hug. Well, that wasn't so bad. "...I knew you weren't experienced," he said, then, for no real reason, looking over her shoulder at the floor. She better have been, or there'd be a homicide somewhere and he couldn't be held responsible. ...Ack. I'm starting to sound like Inuyasha.
She fell a bit awkwardly into the hug, pushing up on her knees a bit, then wrapping her own arms under his. She rolled her eyes after his offhand comment, where he could see. Pulling back, then, lay firm hands on his shoulders. "Feel better, now, Houshi-sama?"
"I do." He said, nodding. "I just... I thought we should talk about it. Kitty-san said maybe..." He shook his head, grinning embarassedly. "But I should've known you would know, you're a grown woman..."
"It's alright." She assured, "I'm glad that you said something, if you were concerned. I'm sure lesser men haven't bothered with their wives-to-be." She was glad that she seemed to know enough, that she was a grown woman, and that she had people who were concerned about things that were usual, even though they were private. She wondered, briefly, if she came off as being as naive as all that.
"I can't imagine how anyone wouldn't want to bother," Miroku said sincerely, smiling at her. "Especially not when it's you. I love you, so... It seemed like I should make sure everything was taken care of. I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable, or not know anything about it."
"Well," Her smile was soft, her blush returned for reasons of affection rather than that slight embarassment feeling, "Thank you." There wasn't much she could think to add, as it seem the 'talk' had been taken care of.
Miroku shook his head. "No reason to thank me..." He paused, then bit his lip. "...Would you mind if I kissed you?" he asked suddenly, looking her in the eyes. It seemed like it would be proper to ask, at least right now.
She'd just gotten rid of that blush, too! Upon his question, it returned with even more force, and her stomach fluttered a bit. "No." She answered quiet. 'Would you mind' questions were always, so awkward, though, and she suddenly felt a bit awkward herself, "That is... I wouldn't mind if you did." And, she just sat there for a moment, feeling odd and flushed and jittery.
With a smile, Miroku leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, sighing contentedly. So, with that talk done... He felt relieved, and happy. What else was there to do, besides make the arrangements? He had his wife-to-be - completely aware and up to date on what would happen - and a life guaranteed for at least a little while.
She pressed back just a bit, smiling into it, and drawing away with a smile still on her face. There wasn't much left that she could think to say, so she just sat and smiled for a moment. Finally, after a breathy laugh, she shrugged her shoulders a little, "Did you want anything for supper, Houshi-sama?"
"Don't worry," Miroku said, standing up and holding his hand out to her. "I'll make it, unless you really had your heart set on cooking or something."
"Oh?" She grasped his hand and pulled herself up. This was good, because Miroku was really a better cook than she was. "That'd be lovely. You're getting quite talented with that... thing." She tilted her head towards the kitchen, casting slited eyes to the oven-stove-combo.
Miroku laughed and wrapped an arm around her waist. "You think so?" he said, grinning. "I try, at least. We still have a few disagreements from time to time, but it's getting a bit easier." He looked at her interestedly. "Do you want something specific?" he asked, pulling her closer with his grip on her waist.
She shook her head, somehow nuzzling the cloth of his robes at the same time. "No, nothing in particular."
"Alright, then. I think I know just what to make," Miroku said, smiling. He then moved his hand from her waist to her butt and gave it a healthy squeeze before scurrying off to make supper.
Rating; PG-ish.
Characters; Sango (
boomerang_girl); Miroku (hottesthoushi)Summary; Miroku intends to give Sango 'the talk'. (He's so weird, y'all.)
Log;
Miroku stood in the doorway of his bedroom, trying to work up the courage to talk to Sango about what... Kitty-san had suggested they talk about. It was, he admitted, probably something they did need to discuss, but it wasn't something that was easy to discuss. He never thought he'd find himself, certified ladies man with the goal of fathering ten or twenty children unable to talk about sex, but here he was. He supposed, perhaps, that it was the situation in which it was going to be discussed. He'd never sat down and so frankly chatted with the woman he loved about... all that. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Okay. This is important. You'd rather she knew beforehand than to have to surprise her with it all on the night, right? Right...
"Sango?" he called, stepping out into the living room.
Sango was very close to figuring out the television, she figured. She couldn't figure out how those people were getting onto the screen, but she had definately gotten past the point of thinking that there were some sort of imps, or some other manner of small monster, acting as people inside of that boxed machine. Either way, she'd figured out how to turn it on and off, and realized that she could change what was being displayed and the volume. It was odd, it was versitile, and she liked to fiddle with it when there was nothing else to be done.
She snapped the T.V. off when she heard Miroku's voice at the edge of the living area (there wasn't anything interesting on, really), and turned smiling, sitting cross-legged on the floor, "Yes, houshi-sama?" Her expression slipped a little, though, when she saw how serious he looked, a bit nervous, "Are you alright?" She stood, taking a couple of steps towards him as if to gain a better look.
"Everything's alright," Miroku said, fighting the urge to take a step back. He took another deep breath, then gave her a friendly smile. "Can we talk?" he said, trying to keep his voice calm. When she had given him that smile, it hit him in his chest how very real she was. They weren't just... talking, they were going to talk about something that would happen soon... This made him feel even more nervous, and he settled on the floor and patted the spot next to him.
It also didn't help that part of him was worried she'd smack him for saying such perverted things.
She believed that nothing was wrong, was she wasn't completely convinced that everything was alright. Sango fixed him with a steady look, almost suspicious, before sighing softly and sitting again, legs tucked under her neatly. "Of course," she answered his question primly, folding her hands in her lap and waiting with an air of expectancy.
Miroku reached over and took one of her hands in his own and began stroking her knuckles with his thumb. He tried to begin, but couldn't make the words come out at first. He cleared his throat nervously, turned to look at her, then looked away. "Sango... We're getting married."
She sat plainly, confused at his nerves now more than anything. He was usually straight-forward; even his proposal to her had been quite open and casual, though it had been enough to reduce her to tears. The fact that he was nervous, side-stepping somehow, baffled her a bit. "Yes." She nodded once, a signal for him to continue.
"And... You know about... what that generally entails, don't you?" Did she? Well. Not first hand, certainly... But most people knew where babies came from, and so he could assume she at least knew that. Of course, there was more than 'insert this into this and nine months later...' to it all, and that's where this conversation was heading. A large part of him would much rather show her than sit here and talk about it, but it was important she knew what was coming. They were going to be married - they needed to be open with each other. Right? Right.
She looked confused for a moment. What was it he meant by what that entails? Housing? Cooking? Not beating your husband for any lewd act? Children?
Oh. Ooh. Was he...? She would have giggled, if she were completely sure, and if he didn't look so bent-up about it. "Yes." She answered again, with a smile that she'd hoped was reassuring. She had a younger brother, after all, and her parents kept no secrets so far as where children came from. She'd known older, gossip-full girls in the village, as well. She wasn't ill-educated on the matter.
"So..." He looked at her seriously. "You know what happens, don't you?" He was a little relieved, honestly. She didn't seem too phased by it - That was good! It would make things easier when the time came, and certainly for this conversation.
"So..." He looked at her seriously. "You know what happens, don't you?" He was a little relieved, honestly. She didn't seem too phased by it - That was good! It would make things easier when the time came, and certainly for this conversation.
"You mean..." She trailed off, still not completely sure what he was going after. Pregnancy was easy enough to keep tabs on, really. A mother concieved and cultivated a child in the womb for some time, and then gave birth. That was easy enough, and everyone knew that. Was he... merely concerned because the process was known to be painful? But, everyone knew that, too. So... "You mean so far as to concieve children?" She took a moment to search for the right word, "Intercourse?"
She could feel her face warm a little at the thought, really. Miroku was... just sitting right there, and trying to talk to her about sex, because... "Yes." She answered again, with a smile that tried to push the flush from her face, "It's not that hard to figure out, Houshi-sama."
Miroku blushed, surprising himself. Was it really that embarassing? He'd done the act before, and many more things that came very close and were just as enjoyable before he'd even met Sango. It wasn't anything to blush over! "I know it's not, I just..." He squeezed her hand gently and shrugged. "The first time... For girls, it hurts. You know that, don't you?" He shifted so that he was turned to face her more, and placed his other hand on hers so that he held one of her hands between both of his. "I didn't want to spring it on you all of a sudden when it happens..." He said, gazing tenderly at her.
Her attempts to ward off her blushing definately were not working. Even though she did, indeed, already know these things, the thought that the man she'd finally intended herself for was speaking about such items... Well, it brought those far-away fancies closer. "I do." She said quietly, "I had an older cousin, on my mother's side, who married not too long before..." She trailed off for a second, frowning momentarily before returning to her thought. "She knew that I was next, my whole family thought so, so... She and some of the other women told me what they thought I should know." It was her turn to lift her spare hand and place it over one of his, already grasping her other.
"Ah..." The thought of Sango marrying someone else made him both angry (Nobody was really worthy of her.) and a little proud (She was his now~!) but he also felt bad. He didn't intend to make her remember anything that might make her sad. He took one hand away and brushed some of the hair from her face and smiled warmly. "I'm glad, then. It's a little intimidating at first, I'm sure..."
She nodded, "Yes, but I've had fair warning." Without thinking, she tilted her cheek into his hand, lips just making it to the base of his palm, and she kissed playfully, little noise and all. "Besides." She was glad to feel her blush finally fading; it'd been making her near-figity. "I'm a demon-slayer, Houshi-sama," She smiled a little wider, feeling a bit of renewed confidence concerning the issue. "I slice monsters to pieces with the hiraikotsu; I can assure you that a little... virginal pain isn't so intimidating as all that."
Miroku smiled, feeling a happiness in his chest when she kissed his hand like that. She was cute... When she spoke, he blushed again and nodded. "I suppose you're right," he said, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "I'm glad you know all about it already." ...Wait. "Well, not all about it, because of course you don't... I mean, you know enough! But I'd..." No more talking, Miroku.
She broke into a fond smile again, "It's fine, Houshi-sama." It was a bit odd to see him so flustered, especially when she'd come to know him as a mostly-calm person. "No worries, hm? I might be a bit nervous, and certainly not experianced, but I've at least been told what's in store for me."
"Okay," he said finally, his smile widening with hers. "I won't worry, then." He pulled his hands away, then wrapped his arms around her in a warm hug. Well, that wasn't so bad. "...I knew you weren't experienced," he said, then, for no real reason, looking over her shoulder at the floor. She better have been, or there'd be a homicide somewhere and he couldn't be held responsible. ...Ack. I'm starting to sound like Inuyasha.
She fell a bit awkwardly into the hug, pushing up on her knees a bit, then wrapping her own arms under his. She rolled her eyes after his offhand comment, where he could see. Pulling back, then, lay firm hands on his shoulders. "Feel better, now, Houshi-sama?"
"I do." He said, nodding. "I just... I thought we should talk about it. Kitty-san said maybe..." He shook his head, grinning embarassedly. "But I should've known you would know, you're a grown woman..."
"It's alright." She assured, "I'm glad that you said something, if you were concerned. I'm sure lesser men haven't bothered with their wives-to-be." She was glad that she seemed to know enough, that she was a grown woman, and that she had people who were concerned about things that were usual, even though they were private. She wondered, briefly, if she came off as being as naive as all that.
"I can't imagine how anyone wouldn't want to bother," Miroku said sincerely, smiling at her. "Especially not when it's you. I love you, so... It seemed like I should make sure everything was taken care of. I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable, or not know anything about it."
"Well," Her smile was soft, her blush returned for reasons of affection rather than that slight embarassment feeling, "Thank you." There wasn't much she could think to add, as it seem the 'talk' had been taken care of.
Miroku shook his head. "No reason to thank me..." He paused, then bit his lip. "...Would you mind if I kissed you?" he asked suddenly, looking her in the eyes. It seemed like it would be proper to ask, at least right now.
She'd just gotten rid of that blush, too! Upon his question, it returned with even more force, and her stomach fluttered a bit. "No." She answered quiet. 'Would you mind' questions were always, so awkward, though, and she suddenly felt a bit awkward herself, "That is... I wouldn't mind if you did." And, she just sat there for a moment, feeling odd and flushed and jittery.
With a smile, Miroku leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, sighing contentedly. So, with that talk done... He felt relieved, and happy. What else was there to do, besides make the arrangements? He had his wife-to-be - completely aware and up to date on what would happen - and a life guaranteed for at least a little while.
She pressed back just a bit, smiling into it, and drawing away with a smile still on her face. There wasn't much left that she could think to say, so she just sat and smiled for a moment. Finally, after a breathy laugh, she shrugged her shoulders a little, "Did you want anything for supper, Houshi-sama?"
"Don't worry," Miroku said, standing up and holding his hand out to her. "I'll make it, unless you really had your heart set on cooking or something."
"Oh?" She grasped his hand and pulled herself up. This was good, because Miroku was really a better cook than she was. "That'd be lovely. You're getting quite talented with that... thing." She tilted her head towards the kitchen, casting slited eyes to the oven-stove-combo.
Miroku laughed and wrapped an arm around her waist. "You think so?" he said, grinning. "I try, at least. We still have a few disagreements from time to time, but it's getting a bit easier." He looked at her interestedly. "Do you want something specific?" he asked, pulling her closer with his grip on her waist.
She shook her head, somehow nuzzling the cloth of his robes at the same time. "No, nothing in particular."
"Alright, then. I think I know just what to make," Miroku said, smiling. He then moved his hand from her waist to her butt and gave it a healthy squeeze before scurrying off to make supper.