Title: The Morning After
Author: Starzki
Rated: K+
Words: 900ish
Pairing: MirSan (obviously)
Characters: Miroku, Sango
Summary: Sango tries make a romantic breakfast the morning after their first night together.

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Sango wasn't sure if she was good at this romance stuff.

It all seemed to come so easily to Miroku. The previous night, he had done it all, spared no expense nor tacky romance cliche. There had been a dozen roses to start the night. He had cooked a homemade dinner and served it to her by candlelight. Wine and sparkling conversation had led to champagne and necking in front of a roaring fire. Then he had literally swept Sango off her feet and carried her to his bedroom, all the while murmuring sweet nothings to her. I hadn't been their first time sleeping together, but is was their first time at his house and she was a little embarrassed that she had turned to absolute putty at every turn.

And maybe making him breakfast in response wasn't nearly as romantic as the previous night had been, but she hoped he'd at least find it thoughtful. It didn't help much that Sango was a bit of a disaster in the kitchen and she was unused to Miroku's set up.

First, he had a toaster oven rather than a toaster. There were two dials and she wasn't sure which one she should pick or how she would set it. In the end, she buttered some bread, fed it to the oven, twirled a dial at random, and crossed her fingers.

Next came figuring out Miroku's stove. He had gas while at home, she had electric. It took a couple of tries and an alarming natural gas smell before she figured out that the clicking meant the stove was lighting. Okay. Now where were the eggs, spatula, and frying pan?

Luckily the eggs were where they should have been: in the refrigerator. The pan, on the other hand, took much longer to find. Eventually, she located it on a bottom shelf behind some pots.

Fried eggs are literally the easiest, fool-proof thing to make, she had told herself. She decided to cook them over-medium with some salt and pepper. Classic.

Now to find something to make sure the eggs didn't stick. She had a vegetable oil spray at home and wondered where Miroku kept his. She relit the stove and put the pan on and went looking. A minute later, she saw it next to the sink. Just in time, she thought, or the pan would be too hot.

Sango readied the nozzle over the pan, but then her nose let her know that she had forgotten the toast. Cursing, she sprayed the pan and quickly emptied the toaster oven. It wasn't so bad. She would just scrape off the burned parts.

Sango cracked four eggs into the pan and set the heat on medium. She scraped one piece of toast over the sink until it was edible, flipped the eggs without incident, added salt and pepper, then scraped the second piece.

She found the plates easily and was just scooping out the eggs as Miroku sleepily shuffled into the kitchen. His hair was tousled and he wore a lazy, vulnerable smile that made Sango blush to her toes.

"And I thought I was an early riser," he yawned, coming over and hugging her from behind. "Smells like... toast," he said delicately.

Sango smiled and kissed his cheek. "I think I salvaged it. I hope you like fried eggs."

"My favorite. Well, almost," he said before placing a large, open mouth kiss on the side of her neck.

Sango giggled and set the plates down. Miroku brought forks to the table. They both sat and Miroku tucked in.

Sango used the side of her fork to cut up some egg. She brought it to her mouth and eyed Miroku, trying to see if he liked it.

Miroku was not chewing. His jaw seemed frozen, his mouth pursed, his eyes alight with mirth. He reached across the table and pushed the hand that held Sango's fork back down to her plate before getting up and going to the sink.

He grabbed a glass and spit his egg down the drain then swished water and spit that out as well. Sango was mortified. "What's wrong? Is it that bad?"

Miroku cleared his throat before failing to fully suppress a smile and asking, "What did you season this with?"

"Salt and pepper. I swear I can cook eggs."

"They tasted... strange." Miroku looked around the kitchen eyes finally alighting on the stove.

"Strange how? Are the eggs bad?"

Miroku chuckled and brought up the can of spray by the stove. "Did you try to use Lysol to keep the eggs from sticking to the pan?" he asked.

Sango gasped and brought her hand to her mouth. She hadn't smelled it because the burnt toast odor had utterly filled the room.

"I... am so sorry!" she said. She was mortified. She could have made him sick!

Miroku set down the can and finally dissolved into laughter. Sango allowed herself to stop feeling guilty for a moment, though nothing would stop her embarrassment. "At least we'll never forget our morning after our first night together," he said.

"I was trying to be romantic." She crossed the room and brought her arms up around him in apology.

Miroku just smiled at Sango, his eyes tender and accepting. "Well, I can't think of anything you could do that would be more romantic," he finally replied before kissing her gently. After a moment, he deepened the kiss before pulling back. "Well, almost," he amended.

END.