Log; Completed

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When; Just after midnight, May 31
Rating; PG-13 for talk of waking up in a strange bed and Miroku's wandering hand.
Characters; Sango boomerang_girl and Miroku hottesthoushi
Summary; Miroku and Sango discuss false accusations caused by the previous day's curse, and Sango lets Miroku in on a secret! :O What could this be?
Log;

Sango had woken up this morning in bed, hardly clad, with Miroku, and had no idea how she'd gotten there. She felt for it, now, but she'd flown into a near-panic, and she wasn't completely convinced that he hadn't somehow bedded her through trickery. She'd calmed, though; he said to give her anger until midnight, so she'd swallowed it all back and spent the day in quiet, keeping to the companionship of the young girl who'd taken to their supposed household.

She'd excused herself to bed an hour before midnight, feeling strained, but still hadn't slept. Houshi-sama remained elsewhere, in the living-room, and Sango merely lay awake for some time.

Upon the stroke of the hour, however, she could remember, and was suddenly made to feel worse about the way she's acted, the way she'd treated her husband, than about her false suspicions. She practically bolted to thier bedroom door, putting more force than necessary into opening it and looking out onto the lounge, "Houshi-sama?"

Miroku was often inclined to being overdramatic about things, and maybe this was one of those cases, but he found that Sango's accusations hurt and he couldn't help how he had reacted. Perhaps at one point, she had had reason to think of him in that light, but he hoped that after promising to live with him she would have known better. He sighed. She was worried, in a strange place and a strange, unexpected situation - True, they hadn't even kissed before they arrived here. Still...

He looked up from the book he was reading when he heard Sango's voice, then glanced at the clock. It was past midnight - Good. She would be back to normal now. "I'm here," he said, closing it and setting it on the small table next to the chair he sat in.

She swallowed and stepped forward, feeling like a sheepish child made to confess a crime. Biting her lip, she walked quietly and sat politely before him, "I upset you. I'm sorry." Her hands folded tightly in her lap, and she was sure that she couldn't even look at him properly.

Miroku had been ready to be upset with her, or at least to attempt to address what had happened. It seemed like something that might need talking about. Did she still not trust him? If she didn't trust him, why had she agreed to be his? But when she sat in front of him, looking as she did... He sighed again and smiled a small smile, reaching over to take her hand. "It was a curse, you didn't know what was going on..."

The smile was a relief, and her fingers automatically curled around his own. She still couldn't quite meet his gaze, but at least he was beyond being short with her. "A curse," she agreed firmly, and the same thing had happened with Rin, "Does that excuse it so completely? I was harsh." She could admit it, and she wanted to make sure she was forgiven.

Miroku looked down at her hand in his, and pressed his lips together. What could he say? It wasn't exactly something you could excuse, just like that. He wondered, did she really think so low of him then? Or was it nothing by the effect of the shock? "Sango," he said, choosing his words carefully. "Did you really think that I was that sort of person back then?"

The slayer shifted, pressing her own lips together in turn and attempting to pluck through her own words just as carefully, "Only at the very first." She was certain that everyone who knew Miroku, in the beginning, thought him to be a relatively immoral person, especially when it came to women.

"But, you should understand how it must be to wake up with a man who you didn't think yourself intimate with," she'd said before, though, that the curse didn't excuse her judgement. "Not to offend, but you have a history of... certain behaviors, concerning women, and I couldn't remember anything about it," even if they had been close people, promised to one another, the shift seemed too swift with alteration of her memory. "I was frightened," she confessed.

"I understand," he said, nodding. Miroku was aware of his previous transgressions and how they reflected on him to others, and he knew waking up in bed with someone you weren't expecting was probably pretty jarring as well. He paused - It was clear, then, what had happened and he should probably have moved on, but logic wasn't so comforting. He was good at playing hurt when he wasn't really, and generally good at playing okay when he was, but neither would be of much help to him now. He wasn't attempting to prove anything to anyone, even himself - He knew the way things were and had expected Sango's reaction after the curse from the moment of their exchange.

"You know I wouldn't, though, right?" He looked at her, running his thumb over her knuckles. "You trust me..."

"I do," she said easily, offering a small and sincere smile. Reaching her other hand forward, she turned his hand in her own and leaned forward to kiss his palm lightly. She was a reserved person, for the most part, and so something so slight in such an open situation was a bit of a move, meant to be comforting.

Miroku smiled honestly at that. The small gesture eased his mind immensely, and he kissed her hand in return. It was okay, then. He felt lucky to have someone like Sango... Suddenly grinning, Miroku wrapped his arms around Sango and pressed his cheek against hers, playfully adopting an exaggerated grateful tone. "Oh, Sango. You really are an amazing woman~"

"Oh," she started slightly, drawn into his embrace a bit unexpectedly. She allowed herself to smile easier for a moment, though, before pausing in quiet and bringing her arms to wrap around his torso, hands gripping lightly at the loose clothing his wore, "Am I?"

The question was hypothetical, though, and she shifted before he could properly answer, ducking her face into the curve of his shoulder. In an odd, quiet voice, she spoke again, "I realized something recently, Houshi-sama."

"Yes," Miroku said firmly. He sighed dramatically and closed his eyes, hugging her tight. "Really, truly!" A hand made the familiar journey down to her rear and he squeezed. "Oh?" he asked, tone still playful - and his hand still on her butt. "What's that?"

She squirmed at the grasp, smiling and bordering on a quick giggle before she remembered the serious nature of what she was meant to tell. "Um," she couldn't find the right words, at first, and curled further into him, her voice calm and quiet, "My, um... My cycle is late in beginning, by nearly three weeks." She was blushing by now, face hidden away.

Giving her rear another squeeze, Miroku was pleased that Sango didn't seem to have a problem with his advances now - This looked be a night that might be turning in his favor. When she spoke, it didn't quite sink in. "Oh, is that so?" he asked, turning his head to look at her but only finding himself with a look at the back of her head. "Well, I'm sure it's nothi-" All brain function ceased suddenly and turned to comprehending what she said, and his breath caught. He sat, silent, trying to gather it all in. After a moment, he breathed in and swallowed, then spoke. "Really..."

She nodded, quickly and nervously, forehead against his collarbone. After a moment, she raised her face to regard him, cheeks burning, "It might not mean anything," she said waryly, "Sometimes, things like this simply happen, but... Well, I haven't split from the pattern much, myself, and... Well, three weeks." She pressed his lips together, shrugging weakly.

Miroku nodded as well, leaning in to kiss her forehead. He tried hard to push back the excitement rising in his chest - It wasn't certain, obviously, and so it would be best to try not to get too excited. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth to speak, but it took a moment to find the words. When they did come out, they were quiet and uncertain. "It might be best," he said, reaching a hand up to cup her chin, "if we kept this to ourselves until we can be certain one way or the other."

She nodded lightly, chin inclining so that she could lightly peck at the heel of his hand, smiling slightly. "It won't be too much longer," she assured him lightly, "For now, though, yes. It's secret."

"A week?" he said, smiling back. "And then if it doesn't come, you'll know?" His stomach was fluttering - The very idea that it could be was so thrilling, and the idea that it might not be was... He leaned in and kissed her gently, ignoring it. It was all best not to consider any possibilities and avoid getting prematurely excited or upset.

Of course, that was most likely. She was mostly convinced now, as it were, but wanted to be careful when it came to assessing the situation. She'd opened her mouth to answer him, but paused and was taken up by the kiss instead.

After a moment for three, she smoothed down the front of her clothing, pausing nervously and subconsciously at her lower belly, just for thinking about the possibility. She offered him a small, content with sleepy-looking eyes. "Shall we retire for the night, Houshi-sama?" After a moment, her smile brightened, "I have to confess that I'm a bit sleepy."

Miroku nodded, taking her hand. "Alright," he said softly, standing up to walk with her to their bedroom. He was fairly sure he would be unable to sleep tonight.