Ah yes...yet another cliffie. Sorry guys, but it had to be done.

Not a good enough answer? Blame the evil twin.

Who by the way is even more so, because in high school, I was a stage manager for two years, <i>and</i> I have a story just like Carrie's with a friend also named Lisa. Only I have the handprints on my pants, and I painted "HO" on her pockets. The nuns didn't like that too much...

Anywho, I'm not gonna make things easy for ya!

This chapter has nothing to do with the last one, but I think you'll like it. Can you tell I got anxious to get to the lemon?

Hope you guys like!

Ja ne!

~Sabichan~

Lovers forever...face to face

My city or mountains

Stay with me stay

I need you to love me

I need you today

Give to me your leather

Take from me...my lace

So far he hadn't touched her once. Not even a little pat on the ass, or a squeeze of her purposely exposed thigh. He just continued to sing that stupid pirate song, happy as a clam.

Not that he wasn't absolutely adorable. No, he was the cutest thing she'd ever seen, swaying to the imaginary music and his own off key voice as he sped through another yellow light. He was such a little boy...

She giggled to herself as she thought about the first time she'd let him see her topless. His bright blue eyes had been wide in pure awe, mouth hanging halfway to the ground. It had taken him almost a full minute to finally mutter out a response. And true to his little boy nature, all that had been was a breathless "wow!"

Giggling again, he finally stopped at a red light and turned to her.

"What's so funny my little passion flower of love?"

That was another thing about him. He had about a thousand different pet names for her, and a few hundred more for various parts of her body. But no matter how achingly sweet, annoyingly corny or horribly lewd, each one always began with the same word, one that for a long time had frankly scared

the shit out of her- "My".

She was his...

Weeks had gone by before she was able to fully accept what was happening between them. After that day in the car, everyone's lives had been turned upside down. There hadn't been much time to deal with their newly revealed emotions. And even some time after Kagome had left, she still went out of her way to avoid speaking to or even being alone with Miro.

He on the other hand seemed determined not to let her forget about that day. Every chance he got, he'd touch her in an uncharacteristically innocent ways. Just a slight brush against her as they passed, or a hand on her shoulder when he was trying to get her attention.. And always that smug smile, along with sapphire eyes that practically screamed "you love me!" in triumph.

A month after her best friend's departure, he'd finally cornered her alone in the break room as she was cleaning. It seemed like his good-natured patience had finally run out, and this time he wasn't going to let her get away without talking to him.

After locking the door behind him, he'd turned to face her as she stood uncertain. His face was undecipherable, but his eyes were brimming with countless emotions.

He'd only asked her a single question, and it took every once of her courage to answer him honestly.

"Sango...do you love me?"

After what seemed like an eternity of tense silence, she'd finally managed to softly nod and choke out a faint "Yes."

Before she even knew what was happening, he'd crossed the small room and took her in his arms.

She'd even surprised herself when she returned the embrace with the same relief she knew he was feeling. She hadn't realized until that moment just how much she'd actually missed his touch.

He'd kissed her then, so tenderly and lovingly, and it felt like fireworks were going off in her head. It'd been hard dealing with everything and not being able to vent to anyone like she had to Kagome.

She'd poured every emotion into it as she'd eagerly returned his kiss, all the sadness of losing her first real girlfriend, and all the happiness that he was in fact kissing her.

From that day on, they'd stolen as many moments together as possible. A kiss here, a playful pat there, surprisingly, sometimes even on her part. `He just has the cutest little-

A warm hand on her thigh broke her from her reverie. Smiling she replied to his earlier question.

"Nothing my captain. Just thinkin'."

"About my finely chiseled body? Yes I do realize how hard it is to keep your mind off of it. It truly is a work of the Gods! Would you like to see it?" He asked, grinning lewdly.

Rolling her eyes, she turned away and pointed out that the light was green now. As he sped through the intersection, resuming his pirate song and occasionally squeezing her thigh, she blushed.

`How did he know?'

She found herself relieved that he was finally touching her. It hadn't taken her long to discover just how much she actually craved his touch. This past year had brought a lot of new experiences for the both of them. Including a first real date.

That had been the second best night of her entire life. He'd picked her up in a limousine, courtesy of Sesshomaru, and taken her shopping for something elegant to wear to dinner. Though he'd "tried" to help her pick something nice, all his choices had been fart too revealing, and after about two hours, they'd finally reached a compromise on a sexy, yet modest red satin dress. From there, the limo had whisked them away to a restaurant she was positive he couldn't possibly afford.

He'd even ordered a seventy dollar bottle of wine for them to share. It was at that point that she chose to confront him.

"Miroku? Why are you spending so much on me? You don't have to impress me you know. I

am here on my own free will."

His smile had never faltered, and he'd surprised her with his response.

"I hope you feel just as beautiful as you look. Then this night will be as perfect as I've always dreamed it would be. You have to understand Sango, my love. I've been waiting a long time for this night. I've been prepared for this since the day I met you."

Then after she'd stared at him in shock, he'd stood and politely asked her to dance.

Their dates after that had been decidedly less extravagant, but still just as sweet. He went through so much damn trouble just to make things perfect for her. And every night, when he'd walk her to her door and kissed her goodnight, he'd always thanked her. For what, he never actually said, but after some time, she finally realized it on her own.

He was thanking her for loving him...

"I wonder if Mom's called Inu yet? I hope he didn't leave for work early..." He mumbled and she realized they were only a block away from Inu and Kagome's bus stop.

"Let's check just in case. I'd hate for him to get there and find out he doesn't even have to work today."

After a quick glance at the stop, and not finding him there, they continued towards his apartment. Wondering what time it was, she called his name.

"Miro?"

"Yes my Goddess of Passion?" She giggled and slapped his hand playfully.

"What? You didn't object to that last night!" That of course earned him another slap, only harder this time as she blushed and mumbled curses at him.

"Sango, my love, what you embarrassed about? I would think you'd be used to it by now."

"I have a sense of decency. I know you don't understand what that means and all, but bear with me Miro. You can't just say something like that and not expect me to blush..."

Turning onto Inu's street, he stole a glance at her.

"I can't help it. I just love your body so much. You're just so damn perfect."

The hand on her thigh had found it's way higher on her leg and he caressed her inner thigh sensually. She couldn't have avoided moaning if she wanted to.

He had a way with his hands that made her melt every time he touched her like this. She found this out early on in their relationship, when they had started going beyond just the passionate kissing and casual groping. He'd mapped her entire body, and knew just where to touch her and how. And when he did....oh it was heavenly. Each erogenous area was committed to memory, and even just a single brush against one would send shivers throughout her body.

As he continued his caresses, she hazily remembered the best night of her life. The first night they slept together.

It hadn't started out that way. First, it was just a simple dinner she had planned. Which of course, contrary to his plans, had gone horribly wrong. The cause: thinking she could cook. Sure she worked in a restaurant, but she only took orders. It was the Houshi's job to make them. She'd burned everything, including a few hairs of her bangs.

He had walked in on her as she was cursing the destroyed meal back to the hell from whence it came. And instead of laughing at her like she had expected, he'd just wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead.

"You tried to cook for me? That's so sweet Sango."

All her frustrations had melted away at his words. She'd smiled and kissed him, which he readily returned. As his lips glided over hers, all she could think about was how much she loved the damn pervert. With him, she could just be herself, and never fear being judged. He didn't care that she cursed worse than Inu. Or that she sometimes indulged in an occasional cigarette to calm herself. He didn't care that she had such a bad temper, or that she wasn't as feminine as other girls, or that she wasn't as pretty as them either.

He loved her for who she was, and at that moment she was certain that he was the one she was meant to be with.

Miroku Houshi was her true love.

Their kitchen kiss had led to more, and soon, they were in her bedroom, hastily undressing each other for the second time that week.

But this time...she'd had something different in mind. This time she didn't want to stop.

She'd been scared, just like any other girl would be her first time. Funny enough though, Miro had been the one who was terrified. He'd just sat there after she told him what she wanted to do, staring at her, utterly speechless. Finally he'd managed to nod dumbly in response.

His obvious anxiety had been just what she'd needed. It gave her a boost of confidence, being the one to initiate everything. Finally, it was time for her to take care of him, to make this perfect for Miro.

She talked him through, deciding that being on top would be easier for him. Not to mention the feeling of power it gave her...

It had barely hurt, and she hadn't actually bled too much. And almost immediately after he was comfortably situated inside her, he'd finally managed to tear his eyes away from where their bodies were now joined and looked into her eyes. He'd smiled devilishly, and broken out of his paralysis, thrusting up into her and making her entire world come crashing down.

That had been the greatest night of her life. He was so powerful, so passionate and attentive to her pleasure. And just as everything was with him...it was perfect.

The same mischievous hand was now exploring a little further under her skirt and confident fingers brushed against her womanhood through her panties. As if the smirk on his face wasn't bad enough, he was nonchalantly singing that pirate song again as he continued to look for a parking space. Like he wasn't driving her insane with need with each caress...damn him!

He finally settled for just taking the parking space Inuyasha paid for, but never used due to his mysterious aversion to buying his own car.

As he pulled the car into the covered space, she was writhing beneath his now expert touch, biting her bottom lip to keep from moaning too loud. The moment the car was off, her patience had broken and she grabbed his hand from her thighs.

"Buttercup, I wasn't done yet!" He protested, pouting. Suddenly catching the glint in her eyes, he'd smiled even wider and unlatched his seatbelt.

She climbed over to his seat, straddling his waist as she unzipped his pants. He busied himself with cupping her full breasts that now swayed seductively before his face with her frenzied movements.

A moment later, she lowered herself onto him, a chocked moan escaping his lips. His hands fell to her hips to help her as she began to grind against him. They fell into a quick rhythm, ignoring the squeaking of his fathers car as they worked their way to ecstasy.

About eleven minutes and fifty-two seconds later, a car horn echoed throughout the near empty parking structure, followed by a muffled female voice crying out an indistinguishable name.

Back inside the Cadillac, Sango slumped against Miroku's body, her chest heaving as he whispered "I

love you" over and over again like a chant.

When her breathing had calmed, she said it back, whispering ever so softly in his ear. Returning to her own seat, they adjusted themselves, making sure to cover up any trace of yet another quickie in Mushin's car.

Getting out, he ran to her side and opened her door, asking as he extended his hand

"Ready, my sweet dumpling of Sexual Bliss?"

About three seconds later, a slap and a feminine growl echoed off the concrete walls....

Tbc…

Awww...pretty cutesy, sorry, but I was in the mood for something sweet...sweet dumplings in particular XP